Torn

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I walk into the city square at 10:30.  Even though it's the middle of the night the square is still jam packed with people.  I walk around looking at some of the small shops, there isn't really anything interesting.  All I do is wonder what the girl I'm supposed to meet looks like.  All that Antosha had said is that she was around my age. So now all I can do is hope that I don't ask the wrong person.
I checked the time, having wandered around for a while.  Five more minutes until she should reach the fountain.  Eight more minutes until I find out who she is and what she looks like.  Seconds tick by as I impatiently wait for the girl to arrive.  All this waiting is torture. 

After waiting for that grueling five minutes, I see a girl with long cascading chocolate brown hair walk into the square.  Instantly I'm attracted to her, and I start to walk over towards her, but then she sits down at the fountain.  I sigh as I watch her, realizing that she is the girl I'm supposed to meet.  Her eyes flicker around, looking for me.     
After the three minutes are up, I walk towards her.  As I get closer I notice how pretty her eyes are.  They are a deep brown with gold flakes scattered throughout.  Her irises are big and her pupils are wide, taking up half of the iris.  Her hair frames her face, slimming it to the perfect shape.  Her tan skin matches her eyes and hair perfectly.  Gods, she's so beautiful. 
Then I realize that I've been standing and staring at her for a solid minute.  Just standing there, not even saying anything.
The girl just looks up at me like I'm insane.  I Just need to carry out the task.
"Wax seal?" I ask, finally doing what I'm supposed to.  I stick my hand out and casting my eyes to the cobblestone ground.  A few seconds later she presses the seal into my hand.  Wherever her hand touches mine I can feel my skin heat up.  Even from the brief touch I can tell she has small, thin, hands.
When she pulls her hand away I squeeze my hand shut so I can feel the wax seal in my hand.  I look up to the girl and nod once.  After that I look back down and walk across the crowded square, going to the little shop that another member of the Nguzogide owns. 
I walk in and nod to Greta as a small greeting before I rush to the back of the store.  I pull up a small wooden crate and sit on it.  The lights are dimmer than normal; I guess that's okay if we're trying to keep her from figuring out who I am.  All I can see is a few crates scattered throughout the room.