Dark-haired Adonis


Like, literally. One second the path in front of me was clear, then the next, this dark-haired Adonis had appeared and wasn’t leaving fast enough for us not to become one.

It was like one of those slow motion scenes you see in movies. You know the ones. Where the guy’s holding some kind of beverage or has a plate of food, and the girl goes “Whhhooa,” as they collide and she’s covered in said beverage/food tray.

Until next time,

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