Electricity
Her POV: I stared at him. I couldn’t help myself. He was a beauty to behold. How does he always look like a Greek god? I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Ouch!” I hissed. I forgot that my friends always told me my pinch was painful. I rubbed on the spot on my arm I had pinched and remind-blowingusal of him. The good thing about this? He couldn’t see me. Or he hadn’t noticed me. So, I was enjoying every bit of it. He sat some tables away from me and was too busy with his ice cream and whatever it was he was doing on his phone. His skin was like caramel, smooth and lush, even from this distance. He wore a white shirt, with the sleeves folded to the elbows. A button or two was left unbuttoned and I could spot a little flesh. I am crazy, so, of course, I spotted the black pair of chinos trousers that hugged his lower body. He had a perfect haircut too. And his face. Oh my goodness! His face was beautiful. A work of art. God dey create abeg. He had perfect eyes. A