marymaryboberry
The theater was enormous, and I remember, trailing behind him, his body spray mixing with my fruity perfume, basking in the exhilaration of my First Date. He wasn't the cutest boy in my grade, but he was funny. His smile was wide and charming and that's all I needed. Nothing too showy. Just something good enough.
Yes, that's exactly the word. The morning was brisk. Or perhaps it was a little colder than that. My breath swirled around itself as I exhaled. The grass crunched as I walked. My nose smarted and my ears turned pink. Yes, it was much colder than "brisk."