She sat on the deckchair underneath the shade with her nose in her book. It was a good book by her favorite author Noire. Her feet were propped upon another chair to get some sun.
He walked around the corner and was taken aback at what he had seen on the deck. He backed up as soon as he saw her. Peeping around the corner he just admired her beauty.
She picked up her lemonade and took a sip. She drew on a disgusted face. Perhaps too much sugar? Too less? She got up and headed inside for the kitchen with the glass.
He walked forward a bit. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Down he fell! He tripped over a flower pot! He quickly got up and ran to the front of the yard.
She headed back to the deck wondering what that sound was. She took a glance from around the wall, searching for clues. Nothing. She headed for the front window.
He sat behind a bush tending to the scrape through his jeans. He fell hard on the pavement. He shouldn't have been back there. He better go before anyone sees him snooping. He turned around to find her staring down at him. She blocked his path with both hands on her hips.
She looked at him, curious to his purpose being there. He looked hurt. She knelt down to take a look. There was blood through his jeans.
He followed her into the house. He watched as she retrieved a band-aid from a drawer and a paper towel. She wiped the blood and put on a band-aid.
She was admiring how cute he was. He was chunky with a pretty face. Maybe they could become friends.
He reached out a hand for her to shake as a thank you. She took his hand and swiftly pulled back. His palm was sweaty. He was so nervous that he couldn't keep a steady pace of breath.
She watched as he headed for the door. She watched the stiff way he walked. He didn't even say good-bye.
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