His Girl
Mert was a bit quieter than everyone else, like me… Only speaking when spoken to.
How odd, unlike me, the outsider, they were his friends. I could only guess at his reasons, maybe he liked one of the girls, maybe he was naturally shy, who knew.
Melisa caught my attention; I told her I liked her dress. She looked especially pretty today in a strapless blue dress with tiny white anchors all over it. We got into easy conversation because Melisa was like that, an easy person to be with. She had a purity, a kindness about her but which wasn’t obvious.
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