Pracap: Saturday Musings.
She came out of the bedroom with a cup and saucer in one hand and her other arm making striding motions against her teeth with a toothbrush; a thin gauze of white foam coating her lips and stopped at the bedroom door stock stunned seeing him tower by Yash's couch; her eyes flaring wide from his unexpected presence.
There was a mild look of surprise in his eyes too and she took in his patronizing smile.
Shit! Her eyes darted down to her tweety-bird white t-shirt, blue patiala pants, the cup and saucer and then to the brush that she'd taken out of her mouth. And that same instant, she turned about and disappeared into the thick air of embarrassment that was beginning to envelope her.
Oh! why-oh!-why did she have to come out like a street urchin when he was dressed for ramp with a similar ubiquitous medley of a white shirt and a blue jean on; her hair a havoc as a bird's nest while his tufts stood for what they called a perfect dishevelment was.
Precap: Pensieve III
If there ever was a symphony of chaos, she'd been that, that Saturday morning.
Edited by 6th.Element - 13 years ago
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