Later that day, I was walking up and down the space near the
well while sipping on a refreshing glass of ice water, when I heard a thud of what
sounded like dropping of a glass. It was one of the men that I had seen earlier
today who had dropped the glass. The
poor guy was leaning on his crutch. I
felt so bad for him. I learned forward and picked up the glass and handed it to
the man. I quickly looked over to make sure my mom didn’t see. For the talks she gives me when I associate
with a boy are so unappealing. Royal mothers are so overprotective about their daughters. I might
have even been blushing. I quickly
looked at the man and hurried on to the terrace. I saw him a few more times
that day. I tried not to make eye contact
with him because I didn't want to give off any false assumptions of being fond of him. In my opinion, most men get excited about women way too easily. He seemed he might have been interested in me by the way he was looking at me. I wonder if I will see him
again.
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I picked up the man's glass for him |
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