Norman Reedus And The Girl

Chapter One

Norman looked at me. He had long, dark hair and unbelievably blue eyes.
His name badge told me his age, he was 29 years old.

The people around me who had joined this training were mostly older stocky men in in plaid shirts and cord trousers or like me college students who were here for job orientation.

Somehow Norman didn't fit into this location. His Jean's washed out and on top an old band shirt that looked like it was much too tight for his broad shoulders and arms.

He looked up from his notes and caught my sight. Just now I realized I was staring at him.

I looked down and almost missed the shy smile he gave me. My ears and cheeks were probably red as a beet so I let my hair cover the side of my face and concentrated sternly on my pen scratching over the paper.

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