The death of a crush
Dusty looked up from his computer as he felt somebody's presence in the passage way in front of him. He saw this woman. Straight hair, clear skinned and on the heavy side. In a very long time, he felt butterflies in the pit of his stomach. He felt it so much, that he had to look away, as he felt his face flush. He was one of those who blushed very easily. It had been his bane since his time began.
In college his pals used to take bets on who could make Dusty blush the fastest. And they'd look at him and say, "blush", and he'd be blushing.
It probably showed so much on his face, that BJ sitting a little away from him noticed it. And queried, and the blushing face gave it all away.
Being the good samaritan that BJ is, she spoke to Pretty Lady and let her know that there is this crush-lorn chappie, who'd love to simply say hello to her.
And Pretty Lady replied (as reported by BJ)
"Who?!!! Him?!!!! Forget it..!!!!!"
Labels: almost love