Acomist
punctured bicyle
When you first meet him, you hate him.
So did everyone else.
He sees you and grimaces and your first washing impression of him being attractive is swept away by the disdain laid out on his face. He looks you up and down and then he orders coffee.
Cathy says "He can be a bit cold."
You feel ice.
He's too thin for his jeans and his t-shirt hangs like a forgotten flag. He doesn't really walk, per say, more floats - though you could swear to see his plimsoll clad feet. He's pale and ghastly and the disgusted expression on his face when someone meets his eyes completes the awful picture. Cathy smiles hopefully at you as he sits himself down next to her, and you think she's gone quite mad.
"London, this is Joel. Joel; London."
You can see his debilitating smirk before he even expresses it; London. Oh so funny.
"Call me Dan."
"I will."
He leans back and his collarbones bend with him.
So did everyone else.
He sees you and grimaces and your first washing impression of him being attractive is swept away by the disdain laid out on his face. He looks you up and down and then he orders coffee.
Cathy says "He can be a bit cold."
You feel ice.
He's too thin for his jeans and his t-shirt hangs like a forgotten flag. He doesn't really walk, per say, more floats - though you could swear to see his plimsoll clad feet. He's pale and ghastly and the disgusted expression on his face when someone meets his eyes completes the awful picture. Cathy smiles hopefully at you as he sits himself down next to her, and you think she's gone quite mad.
"London, this is Joel. Joel; London."
You can see his debilitating smirk before he even expresses it; London. Oh so funny.
"Call me Dan."
"I will."
He leans back and his collarbones bend with him.