Cliche 101
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In an instant the place that was just calm turned into a frenzy. People gawked at the person that just walked into the cafe. I turned my head to be captivated by a men with these alluring grey eyes. He looked to be about 6'1 or taller with a nice build his abs were visible through his shirt. Its like he had the power to just make everyone just gawk at him, and had a face that not only lured you in but he oozed confidence and authority. I pulled my gaze from him and tried focusing my attention on my smoothie instead of the man with grey eyes. Ignoring the way my heart went into overtime as if i just ran a marathon, while my stomach held a party. I lowered my burning cheeks covering them with my hair. Not moments after I heard the chair across from me being pulled and heard "May I sit here", Said a voice that I would love to hear all day. I looked up only to be met by the man with grey eyes I just stared at him. I blushed noticing him smirk. "Yeah you can sit", I stammered. "Hello I'm......"Said...... It was like i was in a trance, I just stared.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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