Novel & Cerita Sans Smile

Shantel asked dramatically, they all laughed, and I rolled my eyes. “This is the new her, and we have been suffering this side of her, she doesn't smile anymore. For two days she hasn't smiled, not minding whether what you are saying is funny or not, it doesn't sound funny. She only scoffs, hiss, smirks, rolls eyes and does many more” Camille asserted, Daniel and Shantel widened their eyes, their mouths agape in bewilderment. “Oops, I am getting scared of her now” Daniel shivered dramatically, they all laughed out loud, excluding me.

"Okay then, mention one time that you smiled. Try reaching deep into your memories, and tell me one time you smiled." I did as he said, and reached very deeply into all my memories box stored in my head. He is right, I don't smile much! I coughed nervously. "Well.. I do.. I do smile, to customers." I stuttered, knowing what I just said is really foolish. Of course, I have to smile to customers or they might not come back. Who would want to patronize a grumpy person. Simone raised an eyebrow, "okay fine. I give up, I do not smile that much.."

Albertus smile. 'Shit.'

He smiled at me radiantly, making me roll my eyes again, so the rumors about him being a good indistinctive Christian guy, who probably goes home to his wife and family, says grace before dinner was also true. “Miss. Williams, you don’t really have a choice here, I am sorry, we don’t get along yet, but I am sure as the time passes you’ll be comfortable around me.” He explains with that constant annoyingly gorgeous smile on his handsome face. “I said no, get out! Do you know who I am? I am a supermodel, if I say I don’t want something, you listen to me, got it?” I snarkily bark at him but remember my mom warning me about wrinkles, so I make a straight face again.

Unlike him, ome hd ethics when it came to fight. Looked. He should take a look. He put both his foot down and assembled his face into ‘the smile’. The smile that made him affable, egoless and oh-so-approachable. His lack of ambition, there was a grain of truth to it, put people at ease. How could a guy with golden-brown locks for hair, baby blue eyes, a winning smile want anything other than a couthy exchange of words?

Not quite a smile. "No," he says. "You weren't."

He smiled at me radiantly, making me roll my eyes again, so the rumors about him being a good indistinctive Christian guy, who probably goes home to his wife and family, says grace before dinner was also true. “Miss. Williams, you don’t really have a choice here, I am sorry, we don’t get along yet, but I am sure as the time passes you’ll be comfortable around me.” He explains with that constant annoyingly gorgeous smile on his handsome face. “I said no, get out! Do you know who I am? I am a supermodel, if I say I don’t want something, you listen to me, got it?” I snarkily bark at him but remember my mom warning me about wrinkles, so I make a straight face again.

She smiled at him and he smiled back. "Ahem Ahem...What is happening?",Mitali asked mischievously while wiggling her brows. "What?", She questioned back with a raised brow. "You and Samar and the rest you understand yourself. I know that you are smart enough to understand me", She replied with a smirk. "Oh please yarr… not again. I just gave him a reassuring smile because he was sad to hear sir, Nothing else. This sir is rude. Samar just did a general thing But the way he responded to him was not good", She replied looking angrily at Smaran.

A SMIRK. “I look good in that shot,” he said, completely unbothered, like we were discussing a magazine cover and not the collapse of my entire social life. “My jawline is doing all the work.” I blinked. My mouth opened. No words came out. Was he... joking? Was this a joke? “You think this is FUNNY?!” I screamed again, louder this time, grabbing a pillow and smacking him square in the chest. He caught it, barely flinched. “Relax,” he said, yawning like a devil. “It’s just a tabloid. They don’t know who you are. No one cares about…”

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.