Anyway, after that, we’d usually go grab a bite. We’d talk about stupid things and laugh at stupid jokes. We were the awkward kind of almost-couple.
He couldn’t remember since how long he was running. Sweat pouring from every corner of his petrified body. He had lost the sense of time.
She was always looking at herself in the mirror and taking pictures of herself. She said the right kind of smile and tilt of the head, the right first impression, could say anything
Pops had lots of stories about his past; none of which could be verified, but they were nonetheless entertaining. Pops enjoyed bragging about his outstanding pitching ability
Editor’s Choice: She wore a sleeveless black dress. Soft curve of her bare shoulder almost touched his skin…and he accidentally saw her armpit hair, which was also dyed pink.