She is barely five feet tall, and carries a cross bag that's almost as long as her. She gives a smile as if she's known you for a hundred years, it almost makes him feel special. He looks at her as she chats away, and he notices something more. This girl is damn smart. She can make the most droning convos sound like a Rihanna song, remixed with extra paparazzi and double the emotion. He could listen to her all day and not get tired. She's cute, almost cuddly and now, he has a problem. He likes her, and he can't let go. He can't figure how he could've fallen for her. Maybe it's the way she carries herself, or maybe it's her tomboy attitude. Maybe it's the way she makes him smile, or maybe it's just that when she's around, he doesn't feel the need for anyone else.
His problem had a simple solution, but simplicity had never knocked at his door before. And it wasn't coming now. She had never thought about it like that. Think now!, he almost said to her. Because for a very long time, that's the only thing he had thought.
