I walked in and there was a cute girl behind the desk and her male coworker. In the process of him taking my information, a PYT came up (obviously friends with the other cute girl and male coworker) and leaned over the counter and started talking to the other cute chick. The PYT is 5'5 or 5'6, but definitely no taller than 5'7, mixed chick with a gorgeous complexion, wearing glasses, light brown and dark brown hair--which is pulled back into a simple ponytail, with stunning hazel eyes. Here... there's my Sistine Chapel
Anyway, I sit down as the male coworker is processing my information. I'm staring at her as she's writing something down on a piece of paper. She's right handed and has a weird habit of biting her succulent lips when she writes...I'm enamored.Those lips; they are painted light pink I believe females call it "naked" or some sort. She wears the faintest hint of makeup which exudes her confidence, and she's extremely captivating (I wish to share my story with you brehs and I cant stress that enough. I want you to feel how I felt, see the things I saw and I believe a sign of a good author is to put the reader right in his shoes and let him/her walk around in them a little). Excuse my tangent.
So Im staring, she feels me staring, Im feeling her feel me staring and so I glance away. Out the corner of my eyes I see her stare back at me. She's still looking, then She asked ( or maybe told me.) with the sweetest voice " Youre an aviator"
Im like yea, how'd you know
PYT: You have a certain look to you
And then the conversation delved off into what my ears would call symphonies and my eyes mosaic paintings of likes mere mortals wouldn't understand. I love her. And if this was New Years Eve in NYC, I'll be picking out the best spot in Times Square to drop to a knee.
I've always been iffy about approaching girls when they're working so to have one
approach me Id like to call it:
Kendrick Lamar - Poetic Justice (Explicit) ft. Drake - YouTube