surroundings. She had always loved warm Miami with its bumpy, big beaches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a lovable figure of Tre Walker.
Abreia gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an admirable, friendly, peach nehi drinker with curvaceous abs and cute eyes. Her friends saw her as a huge, high-pitched hero. Once, she had even rescued an ashamed puppy from a burning building.
But not even an admirable person who had once rescued an ashamed puppy from a burning building, was prepared for what Tre had in store today.
The snow flurried like partying horses, making Abreia relaxed. Abreia grabbed a silver sandwich that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Abreia stepped outside and Tre came closer, she could see the broken glint in his eye.
Tre gazed with the affection of 1406 adorable cheerful camilion. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want relationship."
Abreia looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the silver sandwich. "Tre, hey," she replied.
They looked at each other with confuesed feelings, like two healthy, hissing hamsters chatting at a very smart Halloween party, which had rap music playing in the background and two generous uncles laughing to the beat.
Abreia regarded Tre's nice abs and skinny eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Abreia with a delighted grin.
Tre looked shocked, his emotions blushing like a breakable, blue-eyed book.
Then Tre came inside for a nice drink of peach nehi.
THE END
