MewLettuceRush

She was nothing but a stranger to me. We were in each other's presence for but ten minutes. Not a word was spoken between the two of us, but something happened. She found a way into my mind during those ten, short minutes. She had dirty blonde hair, pulled back in a messy, high bun. She wore a red bandanna around her forehead, keeping stray locks of hair from brushing against her cheeks. She wore a black tank top with white polka dots, dipping down and framing her breasts with subtle black lace. She wore baggy khaki pants, a black bandanna folded into a triangle resting on her thigh. Her body was slender; her curves small, yet still there.