Maximiliano
Hoodies, jeans, and a beanie hide me in a crowd of over-caffeinated chatterboxes. I followed Noelle to this cramped café this morning. She was in a rush to leave the house, which triggered my stalker senses. After observing her for a few minutes, I concluded that Noelle is entirely oblivious to the s****l allure she projects. She left the house this morning without an ounce of makeup. Her clothes, if one can call them that, are plain and simple. None of the women I know would answer the front door without their perfect makeup, hair, and fashionable clothes.
She thinks she is camouflaged in the background, but she is everything but. Every male that enters ogles her like she’s the last woman on earth. A few tried to get near her, but Stone blocked them from getting close. Goo
