Nov 19, 2018
Her scarlet hair, curled up in ringlets, hung over her freckled, ivory face as her slim fingers, a freshly-sharpened pencil in-between them, wrote some words down in her notebook. A fresh cup of green tea sat beside her, the smoke making delicate shapes in the air of the coffee shop. She fascinated him like no other creature had before. He just had to get to know her because if he didn’t, the opportunity of a lifetime would be gone to the wind. (a thing from my *possible* new WIP)
Ooooh!!! Love the description!! I would like to know about this possible new WIP!