“So, what is your type when it comes to men?” He suddenly asked out of the blue as I was debating between a black beautiful skirt or black skinny jeans for the sixteen year old that was left in the list. We had been shopping for hours yet I was so hyped I could go for more and more hours. I turned to him, putting the two options up only for him to seem in thought before pointing at the jeans. I nodded my head and folded the skirt properly before placing it down.
“We are talking about looks right?” I asked, placing the jean in the basket then moving on and seeing so many more clothes we could buy yet we could only buy so much. It was amazing how well we worked together, we just synched in so many ways than one. If I was naïve I would say it was meant to be, that he was my perfect fit a
