"Violet, listen to me. I'm gonna go get you some water; just relax a little & ease your breathing a bit okay?" She nodded.
I walked around everywhere to find her some water; no luck came my way. I turned to my left & I felt someone elses body get pushed against mine.
"Oh, shit-fuck, I'm sorry I didn't mean to bump into you, shit. Are you okay?" the guy asked me. When I looked up to see his face I could only see a part of it. 'Fuck' I thought; my contact had probably fallen out when I bumped into him.
"Sorry, I can't see anything one of my contacts fell out." I said.
"How the fuck does that happen?" He asked laughing at me.
"Well, I have cheap ass contacts...I think that explains it all." He laughed again and then offered to help me find the contact I was missing, but even I knew that I was not going to be able to find anything on the dirty floor.
"Well..." the guy started, "since you don't know what I look like...maybe we can talk for a while. If you want."
"I don't think what you look like matters, but sure I'd love to talk."
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The boy I had met was apparently named Michael. He has bright, what he calls 'FairyFloss' hair color, is 18 years old and his Zodiac sign is 'The Scorpion'.
"So, enough about me, tell me abou-" we were interrupted by Violet. I still couldn't see, but her voice was too familiar of her yelling at me. "Lola! What the fuck? You left me sitting in a corner hypervenilating abo-" she paused.
"H-hi, I'm Violet." She introduced herself to Michael, "Hey, are you okay?" He asked.
"Me? Yeah, I'm fine, awesome." She replied. To be honest, I had completely forgotten about Violets state. What I couldn't understand was why she was talking so strange. Was the guy I was conversing with so attractive? I turned my attention towards him & squinted my eyes to see if I could get a better observation of his facial features; nothing. I sighed, still not being able to see him.
Violet then grabbed my arm & said, "We have to go, Lola..now!" Pulling me away from the couch I was sitting on.
"Wait!" I heard Michael call out to me. "I never got your digits." I smiled to myself, "Meet me at the coffee house down the street from here, tomorrow at 1." Before he could reply, I felt the cold winter air hit my face.
Then I remembered that, I didn't know what Michael looked like. But Violet did.
"Who was that?"
