The Call Girl

In the morning she is Stella Birkins. A name that inspires no one to look after her twice. Her messy hair is only stopped by her blockish glasses, her little nose barely holds up, always wearing the same 5 outfits every day, best student of her class, destined to be a great psychiatrist for sure, but she will become just another predestined Jabcoat in the locker room of obscurity. She hasn't done anything exciting since her breakdown about years ago, and the only notable thing about her is her friend Andrew. But when the Night comes. She is the famous Ruby Diamond- A name that would stay on your lips forever. Her divine curves bending the sunbeams themselves, the way she walks with a slight bump on her hip that gives her the appearance of a model, the way she breathes in this cold, only a light touch of warm air caressing here rosy cheeks, rising slowly to meet her deep hazel eyes, wanting forever to become droplets on her skin.