His face was beautiful. It was like looking at a college-boy version of Chris Hemsworth. He had a clean-shaven face and blond, floppy, slightly long hair. His eyes were a gorgeous baby blue and I felt myself getting lost in them. I almost forgot my name when he said smiled, his lips slightly crooked.
He was perfect.
"Um, h-hi, uh--" I whipped my head over to look at Mia, trying to beg her for help with my eyes. She smirked and shook her head and motioned towards him. I remembered that I have to speak to him, and started to tremble. When he spoke, all I heard was the voice of a beautiful angel, and it paralyzed me.
"Hello there. I think I caught your name--Elle--was it?" I nodded, forgetting English once more.
"You're too pretty to be Swedish," he stated boldly. I blushed even more than I had before and finally found my voice.
"And you're gorgeous," I said quietly, almost to myself. Mia practically screamed, and Sara squealed. I clapped my hand over my mouth. What did I just say?!
"Forgive me, that w-was very forward..." I hung my head in embarrassment.
"We all have our moments, Princess Elle," the boy said while chuckling. I looked up and chose my words very carefully from then on.
"I didn't catch your name yet, what might it be?" He smiled.
"My name is Mikkel. I was hoping to take you out on, perhaps, a date tonight?" I felt my eyes widen and my nervous leg bounce commenced. Mia gasped and it was Sara's time to scream.
"Say yes!" Sara hissed in my ear. I squeaked, not knowing what to do. Besides, I had just broken up with Darren a few weeks before and wasn't sure if I wanted to throw myself into another relationship. Mia rolled her eyes and whispered, "Just go! It could be fun! He'll make you forget Darren! He would make me forget English!" I giggled.
"He already made me forget English," I said. Mia kicked me underneath the table.
"Ow!" I turned around and glared at her. Sara motioned back to Mikkel.
"So say yes!" Sara encouraged.
"Have we come to a decision, ladies?" Mikkel asked, addressing all three of us. Mia swooned and Sara pushed me into him. I collapsed against his chest, looking for a handhold and found his shirt. I heard a tear and froze. Crap! You stupid, clumsy, idiot! You ripped his shirt!
"It's alright. It's an old shirt anyways," Mikkel remarked. I smiled feebly and looked up at him.
"Yes," I said, about to die again of embarrassment.
"To the date, or the old shirt?" He asked, chuckling.
"To the date. I'm sorry for ripping your shirt," I said, humiliated and apologetically.
"Once again, it's alright. How about I meet you here around 7 pm, and I'll bring you somewhere that, hopefully, a girl like you will appreciate?" He asked, helping me back into my seat.
"How do you know what I like?" I challenged, feeling confident. He smirked.
"You just wait and see, Princess Elle, you just wait and see."
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One Winter's Day
Romance"Excuse me, but who is this lovely woman sitting in front of me?" A deep, husky voice said, which I assumed belonged to the boy who smelled like the woods. "That's Princess Elle," Mia said, then giggled. I shot daggers at her and turned around to fa...
