A particular brow-headed caught his attention, as she spun into the right corner, giving off a hint of pseudo-blonde locks.
His chest tightened, as he gets off the chair and followed her. He maintained a good distance between them while she waved at known associates with that dazzling smile of her.
He wasn't paying attention.
And there she was, arms crossed, glaring at him at a dead-end corner.
"Why are you following me, Cyane?"
"I-I just want to...talk." He mentally punched himself while putting on a smile which he was hundred-percent sure it looked like a lame smile.
She narrowed her blue eyes at him. He still thinks they looked green but she always argues it was blue.
Blue, green. Like the color of ocean.
"You had your chance." Are those eyes as cold as ice?
"Now, leave me alone."
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Wild Risk
Short Story"I...I like you." Had the both of them have the courage to take the W I L D step and omit all the R I S K in between them... Copyright 2015 By Angie All Right Reserved
