Why I Can T Stand When A Guy Tells Me To Give Him A Smile
“Damn girl, you’re so pretty.” I sit alone wearing a cropped t-shirt under a cami tucked into a black denim mini skirt, a la 90s “The Craft” style. I cross my legs, my thick tights make a sound when they rub against my skin. “Do you have a boyfriend? You’re way too pretty to be single.” I drink my latte, it’s boiling hot just how I like it. I feel like the mother of dragons; I don’t run from fire but rather I am made from it....