Looking Down

No matter what female may wear, there is always someone staring. Even at Starbucks. He was staring at me. As I walked in front of him, I smiled at him. He asked me sit with him. He was very handsome and his smile got me a little excited. As I leaned closer to put my coffee down, I saw him looking down my blouse.

 
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