As Isabella stood there staring at the man in the kitchen, her face was furrowed in a scowl instead of the usual appreciation she had for handsome men. As she crossed her arms in front of herself, she shook her head in exasperation, muttering to herself," If only I was a judge I would..."
Once again, she glanced at him and sighed. There really needed to be a law against men looking so good in those floppy ponytails on the top of their heads! It's unfair, really. Those were supposed to be reserved for cute chubby babies!
As her gaze continued to linger on him, her scowl deepened. There also should be a law against men rolling up their sleeves for cooking. Seriously, does he have to make cooking look so effortlessly sexy? If you knew you are going to cook, just wear something short sleeved. She would definitely draft a petetion for a law against such a blatant display of attractiveness.
