What happens in the summer, stays in the summer right? Extract from story : "Um...here's the money." "That boy paid for you." She delivered a mischievous smile. I turned around to see the most handsome boy my eyes have ever met, the species that you can dream about, with curly medium-dark brown hair, his left hand in the front pocket of his black ripped jeans, the other elbow and hand arched upon the cafeteria counter. He was wearing a navy blue Ralph Lauren polo hoodie, the hood not taken at the moment. His deep hazel eyes bored into mine, and I stood there watching him like an idiot. And ahem ahem *clears throat* this story is undergoing editing, plus I'm on a break. :))