Strolling down Tib st on Monday eve, a couple of students strode past me at pace, the girl obviously annoyed by something that must have happened minutes before, her incredibly shiny hair swished like a Pantene advert, it's glossy ends flicking round to lick the boys face with its follicles. He stopped, Matt black DM shoes halted firmly in a shallow puddle, little flecks of watery mud pebble dashing bright white-held up tight socks, he pulled up his trousers slightly revealing a belt and braces, surely you only need one of that combo to hold them up I wondered.... the girl stopped and spun round on her ballet pumps, her unsocked feet veiny and slightly blue from the cold-in comparison her face shone red with frustration. "Stop looking at me in that way!" She yelled arms in the air-several skaters resting on the railings outside Note looked, quietened for a second then returned full attention to their boards. She shook her hands to get his attention as he wasn't actually looking at her- he finally looked up from gazing at the puddle, light reddish ringlets slightly obscuring his view- she now had his full attention so repeated "stop looking at me in that way!" Louder, he squinted and a puzzled frown entered his face, he'd lost interest within seconds and started tucking his clash T-shirt into his jeans... she huffed loudly and stamped a ballet pump making a muffled thud- "what way?" He replied finally- bored of her games - she'd lost the impetus and knew the ball was in his court and he wasn't playing tennis. "With your eyes" she muttered as she spun away, hair incredible fanning again-releasing a smell of flowers and promises- he smelt the allure, reentered the court and followed her "MORON" she flicked back at him like a cigarette butt - a smile flickering on her glossy pink lips as she bounced ahead and he drifted behind loyalty reinstated... #lettering #typography #design #manchester #overheardwords #mcr