Jeans, Vintage T, and Vans. What More Needs To Be Said?
As I turn the corner into the bread aisle I hit into something hard, human.
Being the small person that I am I fall to the ground with a thump. As I looked up to see my obstacle my eyes grow wide. I could feel the blush I had from falling get redder.
Standing in front of me, was a tall, some-what muscular boy. He had baggy jeans and a vintage t-shirt for a band I didn’t know, and Vans. His hair was cut short, spiked, a chocolate brown with red highlights at the very tip. It probably looks better than it sounds.
In short, he was hot. And I just ran into him. So I just ran into a hot guy. Ugh.
He put his hand out for me, said, “Sorry, that was totally my fault, I should have looked where I was going,” and smiled.
I took his hand, blushing even more, and with one pull, I was up on my feet. In comparison, he was about a head taller than me.
When I didn’t answer he said, “Hi, I’m Copernius.” Then I saw him wince a bit, like he made a mistake saying that or something. Copernius, cool name.