She was back, looking disconsolately at me. Her soft silhouette stuck the curvature of my eyes and I for one couldn't miss the coy glances once the eyes met. Delicately draped in exotically printed patterns, her elegance hadn't gone down one bit since we had last crossed paths. It was a case of the nondescript me, muddled in the mires of work meeting the classy her; looking divine. We had hit off well but gradually ended up spending less time with each other owing to workloads. Though we had briefly flirted aeons ago the time was ripe again to indulge. Our courtship is perhaps meant to be. Wondering the identity of such a sassy being?
I am talking about the book I had begun reading a while ago and gave up. Been a while - time to keep up my date.
