Sodapop Personality 소설 & 이야기

“Who was that guy? Didn’t I warn you about men in places like this?” She rolled her dark eyes with pure arrogance. Exactly like her father. “I was just having fun. Relax. You know I don’t like boys like that.” Then came the dramatic sigh. “I want a man, not a boy. Someone serious. Strong. Maybe even a little twisted.” A drink disappeared into my hand from the bartender. Sophia grabbed another too. Third one already. “You’re overdoing it again.” Her speech was already starting to slur. “So… how was your meeting with my dad today?”

“His asshole personality is kind of endearing after a while. It’s a defense mechanism for him.” I nod, still wondering why anyone would want to associate with somebody like that. He’s a total grump. Maybe even past grump and into straight up douchebag territory. The bridesmaid and I are busy picking up the last of the boxes when Pippa squats down next to us and starts to pick up the cupcakes. “You know you’re supposed to actually have a big dick if you’re going to be this big of an asshole,” Pippa mutters under her breath, making a point to aim her eyes at his groin.

Upon hearing that, Zivon stopped flipping through the documents for a moment… before eventually replying, “An innocent, tiny, and self-reliant one with a fiery personality.” This left Sophia momentarily stunned. After all, the only bill she fit in his requirements was being self-reliant… That aside, innocent? Tiny? Did that mean that his type was the ‘girl-next-door’ kind of woman? She had always assumed that he’d prefer someone who was as capable as he was! Putting all that aside, didn’t that mean that she and he were truly impossible…? If only Nathan was there, he’d surely be prompted to mutter Xavia's name. After all, who else had more personality than that woman!

exactly like her! Her personality fits that of a widely respected Luna, but me Well, I won't blame anyone if they feel depressed after looking at me. I was born to be hated and I'm embracing that fact with all the strength I have. I've already resigned to my fate! “Ugh, you're so annoying Trevor! This is the last time that I'm doing you a favour, besides, I'm only doing this for Carla.” Sophia says as she hugs me and I'm a bit taken aback by her actions. I mean, I've just met the girl and she's already treating me like we've been friends for a very long time. I don't know how to feel with that though.

He put his hand over mine. He had feelings for me, but I never reciprocate. He knew I've been handling my business since college. I was filling in for my dad, that was cruelly shot by my own mother because she was an alcoholic drunk. That's why I don't drink. I smoke. I know it's worse. I would drink one glass at a party, or just to be polite, or to get the people I'm with more relaxed.

Sophia just said it herself anyway, the guy is egocentric, a womanizer and a jerk, so why the h*** would she fall for that kind of person? She suddenly remembered how that description perfectly fits someone she has come across, That Jake guy. Just remembering him and what Breanna said about him almost made her blood boil. She turned to face Sophia who was currently in her second Ice cream,"You know what Sophie? You should really thank your stars you didn't encounter or rather you didn't fall for the guy I met today, that would have been way worse, he fits the description of this person so perfectly in fact he is way worse" Sophie's interest was piqued and she looked at Amber,"Really?" Amber

I said, while keeping my phone in my pocket, "I was already aware of it. Sour food people are thought to be critical and harsh, yet they hold themselves to high standards." "I believe they made an error." "How?" "Because you're neither harsh nor critical. You're the type of person who is nice among people they know, a thinker because you write novels, impatient because you want to know your brother's girlfriend, talkative when it comes to your book, peaceful at other times, and ultimately, passionate about writing. Nice, impatient, chatty, calm, and enthusiastic."

“You want anything here, just help yourself. Feel at home. We want you to be comfortable here, don’t we, Max?” Max sighed, eyes heavy as they met mine. “Yes, yes.” He tipped his head towards Soren. “He’s a free spirit, man. Soren is all about ambience, and communication, and…” He reached behind him and jabbed at some weird grill like contraption. “…shrivelled up tofu crackers. He’s quite the hippy.” “Dehydrated,” Soren groaned. “They’re dehydrated.” “Whereas I’m a little more direct. I like to be direct.”

I ask, pulling up the session notes I haven't written yet because I spent most of last night staring at my ceiling and wondering what the hell I'm doing with my life. Sophia's lips curve into something that might be a smile if you squint and ignore the sharp edges. "Romantic. Over-the-top. Nice." I nod, tapping my tablet like I'm accessing important data instead of just buying myself time to process the casual dismissal in her tone. "And Preston?" "Charming. Polished. Surprisingly self-deprecating for someone who probably has a trust fund older than most democracies." She pauses, eyes flicking to mine with laser precision. "Definitely someone who enjoys being liked and is very, very good at

With a chicken foot sticking out of her mouth, she said to me, "Your food is untouched and will get cold" Why does she care? Maybe the right question was why she looked adorable with a chicken foot sticking out of her mouth. Sofia Dante was crazy, stubborn, proud, and.... with a long list of personalities that turns out to excite the inner me. I've never seen a woman with such an insane character. She was just cool and difficult to ignore. "Do you want to have mine?" I stretched out my plate to Sofia and her eyes suddenly enlarged with traces of excitement. She got off her seat to take it but I immediately withdraw the plate with an arrogant look on my face.