Novel & Cerita Just Some Guy Without A Mustache

“Quoting Shakespere the second you walk in the door. Ambitious. You let them see how smart you are, they might just give you a job here.” She turns to Eddy, thinking that he said it, but he is looking past her. Besides, the voice came from somewhere behind her. Turning in that direction, she finds a handsome guy leaning against the wall. He has a back pack slung loosely over his shoulder and his uniform jacket hangs open, with his shirt pulled loose from his pants. He smirks at her and it takes everything inside of her not to blush. Instead, she gives a casual shrug, deepening her voice an octive or two. “Eh. I could use the extra money.”

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Mimi was starting to sound like a girlfriend already. Despite the rather intimidating brush of mustache above his lips, which granted him a countenance of grim maturity and an illusion of lonerism, his grin was as jubilant as a child’s. Even his pearly-white teeth were showing. Mimi even discovered another easter egg in his features: he had a cute little dimple—an unsuspecting little impression on his cheek—that somehow made him look adorkable! The more she considered him, the more she realized just how cute this mean-looking guy could be.

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.

I had to crane my neck to look up at his face. Jeez. The guy was huge. Was he over two meters tall? I wondered if he played basketball. He had dark hair and thick black eyebrows that framed his deep brown eyes. His nose was sharp but slightly crooked, and his high cheekbones were covered by a few days’ worth of stubble, giving him a rugged, s.exy edge. His full lips curved into a smirk. Great. Another rich, hot playboy. What was it with the men around here?

So much white. He wasn’t wearing his glasses but the most unusual part was the mustache on his face. Where did the black bushy mustache come from because he didn’t have one earlier? Could he have grown one in less than twenty minutes? Magic.

I said to him as I walked out. I decided to come back later if I went to a pizza shop and I wasn't lucky to be given my desired job. I didn't tell Mennessa that I was going job hunting today. Possibly she might think I will be at home resting all day or go out to have some time to myself but not job hunting. "Dude, that's a nice mustache you've got there," a random guy said smiling and looking at me awkwardly I appreciate the compliment but I felt like he was not actually sincere, it sounded like a tease. Yeah. That was the disguise I opted for, it was much easier and more comfortable walking around in a mustache compared to looking like a freak on a face cap with a face mask on.

There was nothing attractive about him deflated appearance, not even the mustache he kept looked good on him. I sighed. Fucking hell! I'd just been catfished.

However, I was forced to dig up the gentleman's name. Perhaps I am bored. Perhaps I'm simply looking for a way to pass the time. Jackpot! Finally, I noticed you! After ten minutes of zealous F******k searches for that guy, I finally located him. However, I observed something. Why is this the case? His eyes were odd, not as dark brown as they usually were, or perhaps it was the camera. The arrogant, pompous, boastful persona is absent. He exudes the aura of a good guy throughout the image. To be fair to his hair, it appears as though he already understands what a comb is. Although it appears as though he used a lot of hair gel on it, it is still flawless. However, if they ask me..., if the al

Winner is next to Killer, probably why he got smacked three times in the twenty minutes we have parked the van. His light green gaze is playful even on such a serious day. The fake mustache completes his playful look, but I have to admit he is a good looking man, even with the belly. Like a big teddy bear. Scurry is next to me, he is a quiet guy, deep brown eyes and a hard set of jaws. His nose is prominent and his skin is a deep brown that looks like he was born golden. He is a very handsome guy and can tell you a story that is so gruesome and make it funny.