Awkward moment on the inside for the day: noticing a girl walking the other way, holding a giant ice lolly with both hands, sucking on the end of it, looking up with dark eyes through thick, black lashes under gracefully curved brows framed by smooth, creamy skin amid a long fall of clean, straight, black hair that curved ever so lightly on her shoulders before going out of sight down the back of her school uniform.
I must have been channelling my uncle.
I must have been channelling my uncle.