When I saw her at the end of the hallway I couldn't help but take notice. Her hair shimmered like golden flecks of undying sunlight. Her skin was that of tanned silk.
I watched her loiter for a whiile. Different people approached her and asked many inane questions. A few requested her phone number.
She did not tell them. She would not tell them. More approached her and more attempted to sway her. She shook her head and brushed off their compliments.
No one can ever even hope to possess her. He who tries is always met with laughter and disappointment. I believe she really enjoys turning down every possible suitor. But when I see her, I see the hole within her.