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At First Glance (p1)

She waited in the doorway for him. She was dressed in tight black dress with a gold trimming. Her makeup and shoes matched the dress well. She slipped on her stilettos, and rocked her hips to beat of the R&B song playing in the background. She sat down patiencly waiting for the her phone to ring and echo her place.

He arrived at her doorstep, practicing how he is going to talk to her. Trying to remember everything his friends told him to say and not to say. He looked up to the top of the stairs to see her shadow in her house. He walked towards her front door, with his black slacks and Champagne dress shirt.

She heard a knock at the door, and she put on the last coat of lip gloss, to give her lips that glow. She took three long breaths, got her coat and strutted towards the door.

He chuckled as he watched her get flustered through the reflection of his window and then she opened the door.

She saw a silhouette of a man.He stepped out of the darkness, & kissed her hand.
“Hello Denise…”

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