I opened my eyes, still crusty from sleep and looked over at my alarm clock. 5.00 am. In. The. Morning. I tried to fall back asleep only to be toss around in bed trying to get comfortable again. I looked at the clock again, thinking it had at least been fifteen minutes. 5.01 am.
Giving up on sleep, I got up and put on my running shoes for a donut run since my latest POS had given up on life and ascended to car heaven. I need a donut. In fact I need a life, but we'll work on that later. I left the door to my apartment open because people break in anyway, what's the point? I took the stairs because life, I can do whatever the hell I want. Stop judging me.
I jogged to the bakery, still in my pyjamas, and – OH GOD! Am I in heaven or am I hallucinating? There is a hot, sexy, edible sex god in the line. His shirt is sweaty and his muscles are bulging and I am now completely awake and so are some other parts of my body. I need a donut and that man.
The sex god then suddenly turned around and faced me, giving me the hottest smile I've ever seen. I gulped in a mouthful of air, though I wouldn't mind a mouthful of him…
"Hey." Said the god-like creature.
"Hi" I mumbled back.
"Next" called out Mrs. Baker from the counter and the supernatural being turned around and ordered a dozen Boston crème donuts. I love this man, I might even marry him. The sexy stranger then moved to the little table for two and sat down, waiting for his order and gave me a blinding smile and an invitation to join him as he gestured the seat opposite to him.
"Two dozen Boston crème to go please." I managed to squeak out before joining the 'sexy stranger' as I've decided to call him.
As I moved to the seat across him, I saw him taking in my appearance and realised how I must look like and absolute mess. Should've brushed my hair and put on some more clothing I thought as I looked at my miniscule shorts. I'm barely decent.
I sat across him just as the bell at the front of the shop jingled, announcing a new customer. I looked over and saw one pissed off man in black. Uh oh. I sat down in the seat across the 'sexy stranger', double uh oh.
The good thing was that Ranger's attention was still focused on me, but then the sexy stranger reached across the table to grasp my hand, and thus, this is how I learned the meaning of the words 'if looks could kill.'
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So, who should get the girl? Or do you think this story is complete the way it is? I'm labelling it complete, but you guys know how you can make me change my mind…