It was a beautiful morning, and instead of Monday blues, Caroline was running enthusiastically in her room, getting ready for the day.
Skimming through her clothes, Caroline picked up a peachy floral shirt and black jeans to go with it. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself and tweezed a few stray hairs from her eyebrows before painting her lips pretty pink.
Spraying a bit of Calvin Klein in the air, she waltzed around, bathing in its fragrance. Lifting her locks, she was about to twist them into a bun---her near everyday ritual---but on second thought, she let her natural curls breathe on her shoulders.
'Was it for him?'
She didn't know why she looked forward to her morning rounds. Maybe she did. It was just that she wasn't ready to accept that she could be so intrigued by someone she barely knew.
