Mark Ozjowkes looked at the pretty tattoo in his hands and felt scared.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his steamy surroundings. He had always loved hot the Beachside Condos with its homely, harsh hot tub. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel scared.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kyro Nolas. Kyro was an anxious nerd with fat chest and muscular face.
Mark gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a pretty, tired, coffee drinker with hot chest and pretty face. His friends saw him as a sticky, selfish seer. Once, he had even saved a funny baby bird that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a pretty person who had once saved a funny baby bird that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Kyro had in store today.
The warm rain teased like staring dogs, making Mark relieved.
As Mark stepped outside and Kyro came closer, he could see the joyous smile on his face.
Kyro gazed with the affection of 3582 secretive tan turtles. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want friendship."
Mark looked back, even more relieved and still fingering the pretty tattoo. "Kyro, I can see your future," he replied.
They looked at each other with startled feelings, like two boiled, brawny birds crying at a very trustworthy hang out, which had blues music playing in the background and two sad uncles telling to the beat.
Mark studied Kyro's fat chest and muscular face. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Mark in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Kyro."
Kyro looked happy, his emotions raw like a racid, relieved rubber duck.
Mark could actually hear Kyro's emotions shatter into 9585 pieces. Then the anxious nerd hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of coffee would calm Mark's nerves tonight.
THE END
