Classmates Sarah and Brendon had just exited their teens when Brendon asked Sarah out for coffee. Because they had not conversed much outside the confines of their classroom, the rapport they shared was amicable at best. Both still felt a tinge of attraction towards each other and were unsure of the reason. Brendon, after waiting for months, had garnered just enough courage to ask her the question, to which Sarah did not readily agree at first, but gave in because she also wanted to explore why she felt drawn towards Brendon, the mannish boy with modest looks and a perpetual stolid expression that belied all that he hid underneath. Sarah possessed the quintessential gregariousness that drew people towards her, but she knew in her bones that this time it was different.
For their first date, they went to a small café in the suburbs that she chose. They chatted intensely, but candidly, to discover what they had and did not have in common, and by the time he dropped her, both knew they wanted to peep deeper into each other's personalities. Over the course of the next few months, they went out on many more dates to many more cafés, dates that had become routine every weekend, along with their uncompromised sobriety. They felt the connection that they had yearned for, but also felt the fire between them extinguish slowly. In the few months that they had known each other, all that they had shared physically was an almost passionless peck on the lips after their last date. The 'kiss' made Sarah doubt his ability to understand her. For their next date, he proposed they stay indoors and smoke pot, order food from a good restaurant and lay back, away from societal boundaries. Disheartened because she was unapologetically unmoved after their first 'kiss', she reluctantly agreed because she wanted to experience what this side of his had to offer.
Sarah had a svelte body and an above-average height. Her dusky complexion, combined with high cheek-bones and her pointy and straight nose made many-a-folk swoon. Her broad forehead, naturally parabolic eye-brows and large black eyes inspired second looks when she walked through college. It was as though her jaw converged magically to culminate in her chin. Her thin neck ended in prominent collar bones. Her supple breasts and full hips made her the object of desire among men and of enviousness among women. She had a lean frame with flesh protruding from the right spots. Her aversion towards wearing excessive make-up and her shoulder-length dark curly hair made her appear as a person that would embrace her youth forever, a trait that Brendon admired. She had a strand of purple-colored hair that fell down to her nostril. She was the personification of the perfect feminine silhouette on a canvas.
She wore a maroon spaghetti top that accentuated her feebly visible cleavage. Her round John Lennon glasses appeared to be glued on the bridge of her nose and could reveal, only through a frown, her dark eye-brows. The spaghetti top was paired with a thin knee-length brown sarong that had a floral pattern. Her pink sneakers hid her feet, but the loose anklet that she wore on her right foot made her feet look nevertheless appealing. Her smooth skin smelled sweeter because of the perfumed soap that she had bathed with.
Sarah bought some beers on the way towards Brendon's house. A hotter than usual evening made beads of sweat trickle down her smooth skin. The street-lights were on by the time she rang Brendon's doorbell. When he answered the door, her glowing wet skin in the orange evening lights left him awestruck. They hugged each other and Brendon thanked her for the beers.
