He stood up and acknowledged my awesomeness although I have to admit the scene was a little awkward. "The azaleas are pretty," I said, trying to start a conversation.
But he brutally rebuffed my attempt at friendliness. "They're fake," he droned. "It's obvious, real azaleas don't have leaves that green." Who does this smart aleck think he is? I thought to myself.
I took a look at him. I decided he was decently formed enough for my tastes. Auburn hair, hazel eyes, a medium tanned complexion. He was at least worth a look, after all, there is certainly a shortage of male specimen in this town.
He introduced himself as Andrew Cheesman and said that he'd been adopted by a family here in Sunset. I told him I was Savannah Rachel Plumb (I like to use my full name when I'm meeting new folks). He also said he was originally from England, so I piped in, "Well that's where my grandpa is from."
"What part of England? It's a big place, ya know," he said in his accent. I'm a sucker for accents.
"Yorkshire, I think," I told him.
I decided I was going to go home and change out of my school clothes, so I narrowly caught my ride and spun into another outfit and came back into the town square to go and see the latest cop flick. Since my dad is a hit movie composer, he wrote all the music to this one as well as the romantic tearjerker that was also playing.
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