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"I met a girl who isn't just a girl."
Having dropped the bomb, I was confronted by their silence. Hence, Dahyun, standing investigative as she is, raised a fact-finding question.
"Not one of your spicy, Lancaster girls?" Damn, that tongue.
"Nowhere near," I responded, motioning to the nearest pub stool.
Tzuyu was behind the pub counter, holding bar towels and sanitation buckets which I think was supposed to knock me out for being delinquent again. Meanwhile, Dahyun slumps at the elongated refectory table and scours from the spilled tea, which is not my fault.
"What makes her different from your typical senoritas?" Tzuyu pursued.
The question drove me into oblivion. I've been racking my brain since she left me dumbfounded on that viscous ground. And yet, there was no single chronicle to provide humanitarian reason being swept off my feet.
"She looked uncombed. Her hair looks sloppy rendering the water refused to be an offering for its dedicated use. The girl appeared to be kept in a tower of at least 40 feet." My narration decided at the sudden stop when Tzuyu raised a hand, a grimace of distaste visible on her unengaged face.
"What?" Hell, the disrespect I earned from her. I'm not even done yet.
"Oh cringing Marge, I have no idea you have a kink with an old dame."
Dahyun snorts. When they cross-contact, they convulsed with giggles.
"Gosh-darn you sick! The girl got me by her eyes."
The two musketeers finally stopped their unjustified crimes. Both orbs ordered me to carry on.
"The eyes. It was golden. I was so consumed by it that the impression didn't count," I paused. "Even though some hoboes might be at an advantage when it comes to feminine tresses, still witnessing such havoc doesn't restrain me from seeing the entirety of the world behind those resplendent pools. It was charming, she was the loveliest girl I've ever met." I unconsciously gasped. I didn't know I was holding my breath there.
"Easy there paramour, so you were late spending half the day with that strange girl?"
"No," Oh, how damn I desired such time with the girl. "There happened a clash that caused me to fall off the wheel. The girl remained standing and I existed as pitiful straight to the ground."
"No shit, Sherlock!" Dahyun sneered, which powers me to dump some spices in her direction though shielded by the tanned earthenware.
I ignored Dahyun's unasked opinion. I regained my discontinued narratives in the very brief moment I peeked at Tzuyu's bored expression. "Well," I hesitated, "At the outset, she looks like a total untidy, frowsy begrimed sheet. Coming into view, she was neglected in appearance."
"An absolute contrary to one of your spies girl," Tzuyu remarked. "So what's the catch?" She reiterated. Damn girl, why do you keep hating me.
I aim to evoke an intangible air to presume superiority just as I fabricated it to be. "Well," I tried strolling in the meadow to save time and subtract a historical face. "Perhaps, for the reason that she was greasy yet feisty?" Oh, damn it to hell. I'm trying to save a reputation that was fluidly deflated a while ago.
I flashed a dashing smile, some of my Lancaster girls popularized it as a magnetic pull for some dropped underclothes. Hushed, before anything else, I didn't propel such crowd words to my satisfaction. All I did was fairly devour what was being served. Nonetheless, that arrogant, unkempt girl thinks she got me on her fingers by adoring those sought-after eyes. I have news for her, my name itself remains the most favored in Lakepool.
