Harry Hart
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Last published Wed, Sep 25, 2019
"Crap Im lost, Im lost, Im los..." as I was turning I bumped into a man and lost my balance. He caught me right before I hit the ground. It was as if the whole world has paused momentarily and it was just us looking into each others eyes our noses centimeters apart from touching. "Oops my apolo...gies?". I whisper.
"Are you alright?" he questioned still holding me close to his face. His warm breath tickled across my chin.
"Yes I'm fine thank you... err for uhh saving? me?" I said nervously.
He smiled. My Gosh this guy is attractive. Elaine! I scolded myself, he's at least 35 years older than you.
"You can uh let me go now? I am okay, Thank you."
He cleared his throat. "Of course! yes!" he chuckled nervously.
For an elder guy he was perfectly fit. His muscles peeping through his suite, his perfectly combed golden brown hair, his large black glasses, and his eyes big round beautiful brown eyes. They were taking me in entirely. Absorbing me. Probably noticing all my flaws and stupidities, stupidities is that even a word?
I scratched the back of my neck "Well ... goodbye." I began walking.
"Hang on I didn't catch you're name" He said as I walked passed him.
I smiled at the ground and continued walking without turning back to face him. "That is because I didn't throw it." I then turned quickly, continued walking backwards and winked, then turned again. I am on a role.
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