I was sitting on a bench outside the doctor's office pretending to be busily texting someone when in reality all I was doing was reading an e-book. Yes, I read in my free time. Weird, huh? As awkward as it sounds, a gust of wind flew my way and with it a scent that would be forever imprinted in my memory. My eyes shot up to see the man I was waiting for. He hadn't changed since I last saw him, I bet I had though. He swung his jacket around his shoulder like he was on a catwalk and took off his Ray Bans, squinting his eyes to find me. My mouth went momentarily dry. I gulped down my idiocy and smiled widely at him. "Hola Chico!" I said in such a happy tone that I surprised even myself. He looked my way and eyed me down, open mouthed, while I stood up and walked towards him. "Julia?!" He said incredulously. Well, duh, who else would call you Chico in England? As if reading my mind, his slightly stubbled face broke into a grin and he pulled me into a bone crushing hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder, taking the opportunity to catch a whiff of his cologne. He smelt like Hugo Boss. I was so happy to see him I could've choked him, but instead, I gave him a huge kiss on the cheek and broke our embrace, only to look at his perfect face. "Joder, ya no eres tan peque..." He said, obviously taking in the fact that when he last saw me I was 15cm smaller, had close to no real curves and no fashion taste whatsoever. "Ya, bueno, pues tu no has cambiado nada de nada. Es como si fueras eternamente joven." It took everything I had in me not to mention how he got more and more handsome every time I saw him. Being friends with a male model was as amazing and easy as it was difficult and harsh.
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Hello,
This is not the first chapter or whatever, but it is somewhere at the beggining and it does somehow explain what it's going to be about... more or less :)
It's not an easy love story, there are many walls between these two characters and what they have is love like the kind a brother and sister share, not a romantic one...But he's a model and she has his almost-full attention. Will friendship not be enough?
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Met With A Goodbye Kiss
RomanceShe was young when she first saw him. He was a figure of authority in her eyes but at the same time, she couldn't face calling him señor Kortajarena. It just sounded ridiculous. It made him seem older. She preferred calling him by a nickname just as...