Christian knocked on the door of Colette’s apartment. He was as nervous as hell, and he was sweating bullets. When he had asked the girl that he had thought was some type of goddess out, he had never dreamed that she would say yes. But to his surprise, she did, and they set a date for the following Friday at 8. So, there he was, going out of his mind as he waited for his date to answer the door. Obviously, she was taking her sweet time.
Finally, Colette answered the door, and Christian couldn’t help but stare at her.
She was wearing a lightly colored floral dress with a pair of white leggings underneath and a pair of Mary Janes as her shoes.
(Christian was glad that she had chosen those as shoes; he absolutely hated those girls who wore heels, then complained about their feet hurting.)
Her caramel colored hair was in its natural state of corkscrew curls,
(He also loved that Colette didn’t really enhance her appearance a lot; a girl believing that she is beautiful naturally only increases her beauty)
with a headband that was the same light pink color of the dress to top it all off.
In Christian’s opinion, Colette in that moment was the definition of beautiful. In the Webster dictionary, under the word “beautiful” should be a picture of Colette from that night.
“Well?” Colette asked, smiling slightly at him. “Should we go?” Christian nodded, snapping himself out of the trance he had been in, “Yeah, let’s go.”
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Fleeting Moments
Romance"Sometimes she wishes she would have stayed. Then she reminds herself that he's miles away, and there's no turning back now."
