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.