It was easy to spot him among the dull, pale faces walking by. Everyone walked with no emotions, straight faces whereas he emitted a smile anyone could fall in love with. His clothes were blue jeans, a white t-shirt and brown shoes. I cracked a smile his way with no intention of him seeing but secretly wanting some sort of attention from him. He looked perfect with his brown eyes and dark brown curly hair. I'd found my new 'victim' if you'd like to call it that. With my bags in my hands, I walked over to him with a spring in my step, tapping his shoulder lightly and coughing slightly. "Hi," I smiled. "Thanks but no thanks, I'm married," he spoke bluntly ready to turn away. I sighed quietly, "I figured as much but no, I'm not interested sorry. Um, my friends kind of ditched me and I don't have a ride home. I just thought you looked nice enough to-" He cut me off mid-sentence, "Oh sorry. I just- never mind. Where do you live?" I laughed a little, "Rockway avenue? If you don't ! know where that is-" again, he cut me off. "I know where it is, I live down there as well," he explained. "Really? Wow, small world," I smiled, I knew now it would be easier to execute my plan. The car rolled down the street, coming to a slow and easy stop near my house. The drive was almost silent, making little amounts of small talk, his eyes always on the road and hands on the wheel. We stepped out of the car, slamming the doors shut in complete sync. He held my bags for me as I unlocked the front
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