you arrive in Los Angelos with hope in your eyes. Your ready to meet your soulmate, the love of your life. You leave the southwest airport, its hot, the sun flashes in your face but your ready for the day. You drag your suitcase to the Harriot Inn, you book your hotel knowing shes on the floor below you. Day turns into night almost in a matter of minutes, you flick on the tv and watch a movie before falling asleep thinking about her, her beautiful brown hair, her mom jeans. You love her. Morning arises and you dress in your finest clothes, you throw on some makeup, natural simple makeup. You put on such a small amount of blush, its bright red but with so little on its more of a subtle red. You take a deep breath, you look in the mirror.
"your gonna do great, she'll love you. Your ready"
you leave the bathroom mirror and reach for the doorhandle, the metal door handle is cold but it only lasts a second before you whip open the door. you almost sprint to the meet and greet to be first in line. But thousands are there before you. The sparkle of your eyes fades away realizing your never gonna get a chance with her. Its 12 pm and Andromeda arrives, her blue sweater with a white collar underneath, her mom jeans cuffed at the bottom, her black dock martins are almost new. Your heart misses a beat. Shes better than what you expected. Shes beautiful. Your her last fan to meet, she says hi and you get in a nice conversation. shes taken back by your beauty. her mind flies to other places. With a shaky yet confident voice you ask,
"hey andromeda, would you like to go on a date?"
Andromeda is confused, but intrigued.
"Yeah, sounds fun! shall we go now?" she says with wonder in her voice
You grab her hand, its worm and soft and your ready to take on the world with your soulmate.
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