it was the way she hung in the recesses of his brain like a phantom, clinging right along the edges, a perfect cobweb of dark skin, eyes, and hair. the ghost of a beauty he can only remember but probably never see again.
What was her name?
A month or so had passed since that fateful encounter and he thinks what if beauty is something that reels you in even if you desperately don't want to be pulled. because he needed to be let go. he needed to be freed.
he once heard that he was his thoughts but bullshit; he'd been pondering on ole girl for weeks and yet there she wasn't.
Until.
he was sitting at his desk, wishing he had a blunt, trying to remember if he paid the electric bill, pretending to jot down notes, acting like he gave a shit about biochemistry as the professor continued to drone on about the topic on his PowerPoint and in she walked, just like that, all breezy like he hadn't spent days trying to mind control her way back into his life.
"I hate to interrupt," she said but you could tell she didn't care as she made a beeline right up to his desk.
This was the part in the daydream where the girl shoves everything off of the desk to sit on the boy's lap.
She didn't- instead she said,
"Did I leave my phone here?" She didn't remember him at first but he flashed his teeth to show her that he was apart of her life for a couple of seconds and she frowned in realization.
"Nav, is there a reason for the hold up? Please check and see if her phone is there so I can continue on with my lecture." The professor continued on anyway as if he had never been disturbed to begin with. Nav placed his hand around inside the desk and felt her phone.
"Under one condition," he said.
"Give me my phone, now."
"Give me your number."
"First you expect me to thank you for a compliment I never asked for, and now you expect a phone number? Not out of me."
"No phone," he said, scrunched up his nose and shrugged.
She could probably just strangle him right here, right now and the professor would continue the lecture uninterrupted, the students would noncommittally blink, and she would exit with phone in hand.
Men.
"If you don't give me your number, at least give me your name," he relented, with imploring eyes and she thought to herself, for what it's worth, he really was attractive.
so with a little hesitation she let out a sigh and said. "It's Tawny. Tawny Brown."
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when he returned her phone back to her, their hands zapped one another's. electric shock.
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Romance"what would you do if a mermaid washed onshore?" his dad would ask. "let her take me away."
