's when I noticed her presence. Sweeping the sidewalk with parsimony, the operator cleaning the area again looked at me with gall and mischief. It was a tall, dark and excessive features as their hormone levels: thick lips, huge green eyes, with a huge gold chain on his chest that loomed in the orange jumpsuit that wrapped the body itself was already a crime.
not recognize me with these thoughts. No man impresses me or upsets me very handsome or attractive for anything, and least horterilla neighborhood like this. I am a lady, with all its accoutrements ,.... or at least until today it was.
indifferent Make me was not a good idea. The shoes you put back I fell from the hands, so that the window well showed any embarrassment this caused me insolent brat who watched the scene funny.
He came over and said something through the glass, fogging with a hot steam emerging from his mouth. About was even more handsome, I confirmed. I smiled as I could and admonished him for laughing at a poor woman ....
- Do you want to help you put the shoes? I have experience .... In this ... ...
his intention was obvious and shameless, but I could not even react,
- When I finish my shift and helped me pass. - Said.
left with his cleaning cart and a broom. My first reaction was to find a mirror, I had to see what he had seen an explanation .... I've never been a woman to get attention, much less to arouse or inflame passions ... and if you laughed? The mirror showed me something that had long lacked: illusion. I found little makeup on my face, my perfectly coiffed hair, impeccable in my blouse and pearls now choked my throat.
I took a glass water and drank it in one gulp. I sighed. When I closed the shoe and down the blinds and did not own me. The wait was burning as much as the memory of his mouth in the glass window. the bell rang in my heart. Stomping heels of my own shop, opened the door.
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