Chapter 2

My hands start shaking like crazy, and I have to grip the bowl and spoon to hide it. I flicker up and take him in slowly, warily, as if he is of no real interest to me. The broad, strong shape of a teen, maybe late teens. He isn’t ugly. He’s kind of cute; okay, perhaps more than cute, except he has Giovanni’s nose, which is a shame because it’s a bit odd at the bridge. I like his hair… it’s spiky and nice in color, like sand almost, although variations of dry and wet, and a nice cut showcases a strong neck and squarish jawline. He seems to spend time styling it too, which I guess I like.

I think men who care about their appearance are attractive, seeing as boys and men I knew never did. He has nice taste in clothes anyway; jeans, sneakers, and a tight grey t-shirt with some fighting club or something on the front, which highlights the fact he works out. Casual, good-looking, and relaxed; a dangerous combo for most young girls but not me. I have no desire to know this Romeo, an