The girl

Damian sat back in my seat, waiting for the girl he was supposed to meet. She had told him what she was going to be wearing, but he found it unlikely that it would be overly helpful. He had never met her before, despite his repeated attempts, but today was supposed to finally be the day. He had no choice but to rely on the information she had given him. He sighed to himself, thinking back over the list of identifiers she had given him. He couldn't imagine that it would be enough, that he wouldn't somehow end up approaching the wrong girl, but he didn't have much choice.

His eyes wandered around the mall, briefly stopping on any girl who seemed similar to the description he had been given. They all seemed to be short of features, though. Damian was never sure what to do on the girls who seemed very close. Had she changed her mind about something? Forgotten what exactly she had said? She had given him quite the list, but it seemed like it would be fairly simple to miss a piece or two. He was never sure if he should approach them or not. By the time he had decided one way or the other, they had disappeared. As time passed, he was losing hope.

But then, a wave of dirty blonde hair caught his attention. It was smooth and long, beginning to curl as it reached the end, and framed her soft, round face. Her eyes were a deep brown and had a curious look to them. As her hair bounced as she walked, he could see that she had long, crystal like earrings dangling from her ears.

Around her neck, she wore a simple, triangular shaped necklace that he couldn't fully see from where he sat, though he assumed it was the celtic knot that she had described. It sat between her knitted vest with alternating white and brown colors that hung loosely over her simple black blouse. Looking down to her arms, he could see that she wore a hair scrunchie on her right wrist, and two bronze rings on her middle and ring fingers.

Following her legs down, she wore simple blue jeans down to her brown moccasin styled shoes. Her entire figure was thin, yet somehow shapely, and he found that he couldn't look away from her. She caught his stare and grinned at him, walking towards him. Quickly he ran through the list in his head, and found that she had managed to match exactly what she had said she would.

"Well hey there, big fella," she called out as she approached. "Am I everything you dreamed of?"

Damian looked her up and down once more, taking her in. He had always had it in his head that she would be pretty, but... She had exceeded every expectation. She wasn't just pretty. She was beautiful.

"No," he responded after a moment. The girl pouted cutely, and Damian immediately shook his hands as if to tell her not to. "You are far more than I had dreamed."

She giggled and smiled. "Well aren't you just a charmer."