My mistake was vivid now. My eyes opaquely realized how his black shoes gleamed under the bright club security lights.
He folded his hands into his pocket, his countenance unassuming as he surveyed me with his prying bright eyes. Turning back to the bouncers, he began exchanging Italian words with them. I could only stare at him in novelty.
This man was so perfect! I wished Haras my twin sister was there to behold what my eyes had fallen upon.
He had an enthusiasm that roared in his body language in a dominant, intimidating manner causing me to relent from my felicitous act. There was no doubt that a man like this would be proud and arrogant. His face said it all.
I got infuriated the moment I understood that With a face like that, he would rescind me without even looking back.
So what if he was so gorgeous, Who cares? That didn't give him the right!
I knew he probably didn't like to be fished by strangers but he still rubbed me off the wrong way which pissed me off. so i didn't like him despite his gorgeous looks. As far as i was concerned he could g