Vivid Colours

He thought he was going to go crazy the moment he saw her standing in front of him. She was wearing a light blue skirt. It was one of those modern long skirts made out of delicate, semi-transparent cloth. She had well matched it with a nice, light orange shirt that was hiding behind the typical white French jumper. She was also wearing, as usual, the flashy mitten-looking shoes that he hated so much. But this time he couldn’t stop focusing on her summer-like scarf. Its bright and vivid colours made a good contrast with her bizarre, pale face.

He had seen her before. Several times actually. But he had never had the courage to talk to her. He knew she was outgoing and that she’d be interested in knowing more about the complete stranger he was. So he finally jumped in, without knowing if what had pushed him was the time flying by or the two beers and the tequila shot he had just had. He wrongly reassured himself saying it was the first hypothesis.

He was getting ready to use his oldest pick-up line. Maybe it was the lamest thing anyone could say, but it had worked two or three times in the past. There was not much to lose, he thought. He walked right to her. He wet his lips and coughed in order to clean his throat. He hated when squeaky sounds came out. He was glad he was finally going to talk to her. Glad he had finally decided to make the move himself. However, as soon as she saw him a couple of feet away, it was her who said: “Hey! So you must be that new kid Vanessa was talking about! Right?”
Damn it!

So there he was, trying to talk to this wonderful girl and, once again, Vanessa had intercepted his thoughts. Angel-looking. He had met Vanessa five years ago at a friend’s birthday party. The angel-looking creature had stolen his heart that night and it took him three whole years and a couple of beers to rebuild a new, supposedly stronger heart. But every time he heard that evil name he realized his new heart was as weak as the old one.

It wasn’t the first time he couldn’t move when being in front of a girl. But this time it was different. Vanessa was in the middle of this whole new possible fairy tale and that’s what upset him the most.