He is more significant than I expected. Upon first glance, there was a shift in my desire. He walked up to me and stood there, looking me over. Amused by his skinny frame, I wondered what I could do to him. His smile was cute, sweet, and innocent as he walked closer to me. My mind began to fuse our bodies together like a movie that replayed repeatedly. That day, I had on black jeans and a shirt that barely covered my curvy butt. We stood there watching our eyes dance back and forth in silence, and then we walked towards the lake. His walk was fast yet steady, but I walked awkwardly, wearing new boots with a slight heel. Adjusting my stride to match his, we discussed where he grew up. The sound of his voice played was like a beautiful orchestra in my ear. My heart was pounding as I listened to every word . Although I kept thinking about how he could handle me, I became fascinated by his story of Nigeria. The slight breeze off the lake made the walk easy as the sun began to set. Time was our enemy, as we saw both cars alone in the parking lot. We kept staring at each other and then said goodbye until next time.