christamaphone
I stared in shocked disbelief as the man grinned to himself in the corner. His girlfriend had been so accommodating to him all evening as he drunkenly made an ass of himself in the upscale restaurant.
I smelled the sweet fragrance drifting along the treetops on that breezy afternoon. Her hair was a mix between flowers and sweat, and had me completely captivated. If I had a thought in my head, it was gone. I was completely enveloped, and at her mercy completely.
I saw her standing inconspicuously in the corner when I entered the room. The maid couldn't have been more than 12 or 13 years old, but she had the worn-down look of someone much older, and looked as though she had had about enough of life. I glanced away quickly, uncomfortable with the possibility of looking just like that due to a few missed opportunities.