How Sweet It Is
My eyes trail over her legs as she walks down the hall. The way she looks is nearly a sin. The way that she can walk in those impossibly tall heels is a sin. I'll convince her one way or another to go out with me. I can tell that she's wavering already.
Whatever loser she was with before must have really screwed up.
With a cup of coffee in hand, I casually walk down the hall behind her. My steps are only quick for a few seconds and then I slow up. My footsteps will alert her to my presence.
Sometimes it's the lack of the chase that drives them crazy.
Whatever loser she was with before must have really screwed up.
With a cup of coffee in hand, I casually walk down the hall behind her. My steps are only quick for a few seconds and then I slow up. My footsteps will alert her to my presence.
Sometimes it's the lack of the chase that drives them crazy.