SCARLET
It seemedkind of stupid actually.
Here I was,Scarlet, the girl who thought she’d never fall in love let alone find someonewho would love her. Waiting for this guy that I can’t get out of my head on myporch five minutes before 7pm.
It seemedstupid, but a good kind of stupid. A stupid, stupid love.
He pulled upwith his blood red vintage Chevy, or ‘Chevelle’ as he says. It looked somethinglike a tiny muscle car, but it was polished from bumper to bumper. Two blackdice dangled in the front screen as he pulled up. His window was rolled down soher leaned his elbow on the sill and looked out at me whistling as I camecloser.
I didn’t domuch to my appearance, just combed my short hair through to make a curl at theend and I wore a short yet flowing red and black checker dress with my t
