when i turned around i saw one of the most beautiful girls my eyes have laid on.
she was smoking a cigarette, closing her eyes within every hit.
her hair was long, almost reaching her bottom, light brown, and dirty.
her face was a beautiful caramel color, even if it had dirt stains on it.
her eyes were a green- hazel color, fitting her perfectly. She was really skinny, looking more malnourished than healthy.
She wore a tore leather jacket, a ragged black t-shirt that was obviously too small for her, torn jeans, and heavy black doc marten boots. Even if she looked poor, it was beautiful to me.
She sat criss cross on the dirty floor, with a plastic cup filled with coins sitting next to her.
When she finished her cigarette, she slowly opened her eyes, as if she was a goddess.
"uh not meaning to bother you or anything, but uh, why are you sitting on the dirty concrete if theres a bench right behind you?" I asked as polite as possible to her.
she took a long pause before saying quietly, "i dont deserve it."
I took a seat right next to her on the hard concrete floor, watching bike riders and kids laughing with joy pass us.
'What, what do you mean you dont deserve it?" I said to her.
"Im a dirty person. im disgusting. I dont deserve to sit in which a successful person has sat. im poor. im unsuccessful. i deserve the dirty concrete." she said, no emotion in her voice. brick solid.
"Well uh, whats your name?" I said.
"wait. why are you here. next to me? a poor person? i know who you are. youre princeton. youre filthy rich. why are you sitting to some scum like me? because i truly dont understand." she moved her face towards me while asking truthfully.
"i saw you, sitting here all alone. sorry if you think all rich people are cold hearted bastards. i saw you and i clicked towards you. thats why." i replied truthfully while gazing into her eyes.
"i also didnt get your name", i said right after.
"im radiance. thats all you need to know for now." she got up, took her plastic cup and started walking away.
