QUAGMIRE

Date: 17-02-2012 1:31 pm (12 years ago) | Author: eva
- at 17-02-2012 01:31 PM (12 years ago)
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The first thing Demi noticed was that he needed a shave, badly. The stubble on his chin could not be less than three days old.
He stood in line with the others in the banking hall, a rucksack slung over his shoulder. Like any other customer, he looked impatient, almost angry. The line was moving very slowly and intermittently, her eyes just went back to him. He was clean, and neat, and extremely handsome by her standards. Thirtyish, strong jaw covered with stubble, penetrating eyes and a rich cream complexion complimented what could not be less than a six-foot stature.
That was the first time.
Demi had worked in the banking system for more than eight years. She was fulfilled in her career; had a small apartment, and enough comfort for a single lady. She wasn’t a very social person but had a small circle of friends. Men and women alike had told her she was beautiful too. A dark and lovely, average height and well-endowed woman, with a beautiful smile further enhanced by white, even teeth and a set of dimples on a heart-shaped face.
The second time she saw him, he was at an eatery. Two days earlier, she’d seen him at the bank and noticed the rough face. She was picking up a birthday cake for her colleague when he walked in. He still had the rucksack, and now, probably five days stubble on his face. He ordered a plate of food and promptly went to a seat to gobble it down.
That was the second time.
The third time, Demi could not resist it. Or him. On her way from work, three days after the first time, he stood at the junction to her house. He hadn’t changed, and looked even worse.

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Posted: at 17-02-2012 01:31 PM (12 years ago) | Newbie