"Having a rough start?" I hear.
A rough start doesn't even come close to this. But this man standing not so far from me staring with curious eyes seems to think that he could be some kind of help to me as I struggled to whisk a smile. I am not in the mood to talk, my day is going down the drain.
"I'm Alex."
Alex huh? Well, I don't care although he looks devilishly handsome there in his nice green v-neck shirt and denim jeans.
"Do you need some help?"
Of course not. Do I look like I need some help? Do I look that badly in need for some attention? But from my lack of response he took it as a yes, next thing I know... this brooding 6'3" guy walks up to me to shake my hands.
There is a twinkle in his fiery semi-aquatic eyes that has a hint of brown around the Iris. He is interested I can tell by that look on his face.
In what? Me I suppose, not in a million years would I ever consider having someone find interest in me.
"And you are? " His eyes doesn't seem to slip past mine and for a moment I forget who I am.
A smirk skips across his lips and from there I can hear a chuckle of a whisper. I must be some sort of amusement for him.
"And you are...? "
"Barbara." And with that our journey began.
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ALEX
Short StoryMy eyes follow as he walks into the room and out of the room, out of nowhere he stops and looks over his shoulders. He looks good in whatever he wears which I envy because the only time I seem to look appealing is when I have a towel over my head. ...
