"My name is James." He smiled the sweetest smile. Tiffany instantly thought he was quite attractive. He had blonde-ish brown hair and hazel eyes.
"How old are you?" he asked. "25." Tiffany replied. His smile grew bigger as he said "I am only a year older than you, I am 26."
Tiffany didn't even wonder why this man has decided to sit next to her. She could feel his kindness. A kindness she never felt before. Tiffany couldn't look away from this man, she blushed, unsure of what to say.
After a moment or two, he grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, well Tiffany was sure it was a pencil, an odd one, made of rubber. He asked "Do you like mad libs?" "Yes." Tiffany replied. "Okay! Let's do some!" James said.
Tiffany and James sat there for awhile filling out the answers to the mad libs, and then giggled and laughed as they read them out loud. Tiffany couldn't believe she was having so much fun, even though just a little while ago, she was bawling her eyes out. How could this one person make her emotions change so quickly?
After awhile, James had to go, which saddened Tiffany, but he promised they could play again tomorrow. After, James left, Tiffany went back into her room and laid down again, feeling sad once more, but not as sad. She couldn't wait to see James again.