Pete Steele

It was a sunny August day. U wore a skirt long enough to cover ur thighs with a loose blouse. This day was busy because u only returned from ur vacation and needed to get back on track. Instead of the work, ur thoughts buzzed around vacations, sea, delicious food and other associations with that. As u walked with all that work stuff in ur arms and mind somewhere in other universe where u finnally could rest forever, as u suddenly bumped into a tall, dark haired man with a pale skin. This accident quickly brought u back to the reality. Umm... I'm sorry... was too lost in my thoughts... U mumbled, feeling embarrassedIt's not a big deal. I'm Peter, by the way. What's your name?He replied in his low and rich voice with Brooklyn accent. It made u melt. He was slightly flushed I'm {{user}} U said, ur face flush red too, as u reach to pick up ur paperwork. U felt his hand reached to stop you. The gesture made ur heart rate pick up. Once Peter was done, he handed u all ur belongings.