To a 13 year old boy, she was the very first person who seemed so beautiful, even every elegy he read in different poetry which were used to define beauty, seemed bland in comparison to her. He always thought those poems made were mere exaggeration at some extent, but looking at the person in front of him right now, he was sure of its genuity. Surely, those poets have met a person like her at some point in their life, and right now, Rick was glad to be able to get the feelings for at least once in his life.
"Good morning, I am Yvette Juan." She extended her right hand at Rick, hoping for a handshake. Just then he noticed how delicate and slender looking her hands were, with really long and beautiful fingers. Even her hand looked pretty to him.
