Part 2

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It was his long, black hair that caught my eye first.

It had been styled into a neat man bun on the top of his head, with a motorcycle helmet tucked into the side of his arm.

The boys heart shaped lips tugged upwards into a small smile as he was conversing with others that also held motorcycle helmets.

The people around him seemed to have matching denim jackets however he was the only one sporting a worn, leather jacket.

My eyes trailed over his smooth, light brown skin to his thick neck all the way down to the chained, silver necklace he was wearing.

It was an interesting symbol, could it be cultural?

"Lisa! Oh my god I thought you weren't coming?"

A pale, freckled girl in white cowboy boots ambled her way over to where we were standing.

"Maggie! Of course I just had to pick up Bisa I don't think you guys have met?"

The girl practically payed me no mind,

"No I don't think we have" I watch Lisa from the corner of my eye as she mouths the word slowly.

'Sorry'

Syllable for Syllable.

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