but it felt cooler in the subway. I took a place at the side, when this guy took another right against me. He looked like an angel, literally, the dream-guy.
He was wearing a stylish hat, and his curly, blonde hair were hidden above it, and still I noticed them beautiful. His deep, brown eyes were surrounded by cocky eyelashes and light eyebrows and the boy could do this tricky how-you-doing gesture using one of them. He had a very accurate nose, it was a bit snub, but still very cute. Underneath his eyes and on his nose his skin was covered with these little childish freckles. It made look absolutely innocent and every girl down there liked it. He had plumy red lips and they suited very well to his olive complexion.
He was very well-built and clothed. His look seemed perfect to me, until his phone rang. It was his girlfriend calling and he talked so rudely to her, despite everyone was hearing that. So I just thought to myself: don’t judge a book by its cover, cause any look can be deceiving.
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