SPIKE walked emotionlessly up the high hills, looking over the nighttime ocean. His hair, usually long for a male, was long and black. He was clearly very strong, and was a handsome boy, with hazel green eyes.
RING-RING-RING!!!!
his phone rang.
"w...
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And spike is driving along an old, two lane Highway south of here, looking for a cheap motel to stay the night. Approaching an intersection, he saw a young teenager returning from her part time job as a CSR (customer service representative) [call centre]. Standing to the side of the road. He stops & asks her if she needs a ride.
The girl is very greatful and tells him, she's late and needs to return to her dormitory before the gate closes. It's a chilly night, so Spike let's her wear his jacket.
Already having been traveling for the past thirty nine minutes, they reach the dorm. She gets down from his 'Ducati'. Instead of saying good buy, she insists him to join her for a coffee. Across the roadway was a popular coffee shop, named Espresso Express which was known as Old Geeser's coffee shop in the late nineties.
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Author's note:-- I don't know if I would be able to hold your attention till the end of the novel.... But here's my story... Publicly told... In simple words.. Your work is to... Only hold & understand the emotions
