"Actually, …I" the blond boy or guy, yeah a guy sounds much better, was saying as he scratched his head.
It's been ten seconds already and I know for certain that he's a harmless cherub – and a really shy one.
He couldn't even hold my gaze. He was most certainly my age, but from his gestures and how hard he fought to form a sentence in my presence, he was either very naive or he just found it hard to talk to pretty girls.
Like I said sometime before, I've always known that I'm beautiful, but it felt good to know that my beauty could cause a grown ass guy to become short of words.
"I was erm… alright this sounds embarrassing, but I was heading to the loo, but I can take you to the where the others are", where he didn't stutter, he rushed through words as if he doesn't, there's a chance he won't be able to say them again.
