“SHIT!” I told myself, after missing the early bus and stranding myself in that godforsaken bus stop. The next bus was miles away, and I had to wait for an hour. No one ever came to the bus stop; it was always me, the gloomy sun, and the dusty bench. A shallow breeze carried some dust into my eye, and I rubbed furiously to fix my vision. Something felt canny that day, fewer cars passed by, the sunlit the sky with a strange shade of orange and the most remarkable thing happened! While I was sitting like an idiot, thrown my legs on top of each other and being a lazy sloth, and my hands scratching my head, I noticed a click-clack sound approaching towards me; I picked my head up to see what it was. Damn! It was Zara; her red heels kissed the concrete road producing the rhyme. Her skinny black jeans revealed her curves, a little baggy around her foot but perfectly stitched around the thighs. Like a fish on bait, my eyes were hooked to her hips, swinging side to side, mimicking a clock’
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