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I am completely distracted when I see him enter, accompanied by three boys all equally attractive but very different from each other. As if in a strange mockery of my obsession with dividing things into even numbers, I laugh when I see that two of them have dark hair and the other two, blond.
I'm unable to tear my eyes away as I keep wondering how I never saw them before. I know, California is big, but if there's one thing I've learned, it's that sooner or later, everyone finds on these streets lined with palm trees and fast food shops.
They approach the counter where Joe welcomes them. He begins to inform them of the cost of admission, the rules of the place pointing to the signs and despite his back to me, I can tell that only "Blond 1" is really paying attention to him. He has a fair complexion and platinum locks peeking out from under his white cap towards the back, counteracting his brown roots. He wears a plain white T-shirt, black jogging pants and red sneakers.
"Blond 2" has longer hair than the previous one, with darker parts and a slightly tanned complexion. He is wearing a red sleeveless shirt with the number "21" on the back, gray jogging pants and white sneakers. As he is in front of me, I can see his face and even from a distance I can appreciate tender green eyes and a big smile that reminds me of the naughty elves in Christmas movies when he laughs at something whispered by the dark-haired guy who is not of my interest.
He is leaning with his back to the counter, smiling. His lightly tanned complexion highlights his stunning blue eyes that match perfectly with his curly hair and piercings (one on the right side of his nose and the other under his lower lip, right in the middle of his mouth). The white t-shirt with black stripes and the black jogging complete his "rebel" look, although his face doesn't reflect that attitude at all. I'm sure Sam would die just looking at him.
I smile, although it doesn't last long as "Mr. Attractive" decides to turn around and my lungs don't seem to work. I quickly look down at his white sneakers. Why am I looking at his feet? For God's sake, Megan!
I sigh and slowly look up. Black jogging pants, black "The Rolling Stones" T-shirt and I finally get to his face. His dark bangs are slightly curled and his brown eyes tinged with boredom stare at the ceiling. I get lost in his very pink and full lips, which form a perfect "heart". Damn, he's extremely kissable. He leans back nonchalantly as he taps the counter with the fingers of one hand, the other never leaving his pocket at any time.
His handsome features are marred as he frowns, clearly impatient. Our gazes meet, making me blush. I try to decipher his expression when Joe beckons me closer. Shit. Inhale. Exhale. My steps become a little clumsy and I try to keep my calm.
- Hi, Joe, do you need something? - I ask, nervously approaching when five pairs of eyes look at me at once.
-Yes. Show these young mens where the adult area and the dressing room are, please.
The platinum-haired thanks him, while "Blond 2" stands expectantly like a little boy about to receive a gift, making me instantly. The curly-haired brunette drapes an arm around his shoulders, smiling broadly. "Mr. Attractive" doesn't even look at me, apparently he's too focused on his phone. I can't help but get angry at his lack of attention and mentally smack myself.
- Of course. - I smile at my boss and gesture for them to join me.
"Blondie 1" approaches my side smiling and introduces himself as "Andy". He also has pierced ears and a mole on his upper lip that harmonizes perfectly with his warm blue eyes. His voice is a bit raspy and denotes a thick British accent that is sure to make more than one girl sigh.
-My name is Brook. Brooklyn. - says the other blond in a low, gravelly voice that doesn't match his boyish face at all. He has the same accent as his friend and keeps smiling excitedly.
-I'm Michael, nice to meet you. But please, call me Mikey. - the not at all rebellious rebel holds out his hand and shows me a perfect set of white teeth. I shake it gently. Another Brit.
We all turn our eyes to the only one who hasn't said anything yet and I grimace uncomfortably. Mikey notices it, hugs his friend by the shoulders and says kindly, while touching his pierced ear: - Oh, please excuse this rude guy, I can swear he's not as bad as he looks.
Finally, he opens his mouth without taking his eyes off the screen and typing rapidly. Once again, I can corroborate that the "Hottie Law", created by Sam some years ago, is absolutely right.
- If I cared that she knew my name, don't you think I would have told her by now?
*NOTE: Andy in multimedia*
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