ENG121: English Composition
Trudie J Harris
PROF: Allison Robertson
Sept 30, 2010
I was 12 years younger with long flowing hair, youthful full sparkling green eyes with few golden speckles. My lips were freshly glossed and glimmering with the reflection of the bright spring sun. I walked with a long stride, my confidence radiated in my long athletic legs as I stepped out of the car. A successful confidence exuded from stride as I approached the door. I was wearing an expensive classic tailored fit Anne Klien navy blue power suit, my steps flowed easily and my smile was soft but open and inviting as I had just been awarded sales person of the month.
I swiftly pulled into the parking lot, parking my newly purchased silver BMW sedan. I opened the door to Starbucks with a soft seductive and feminine ease, which drew attention from even the most diligent laptop users in the coffee shop. As I opened the door the flavorful and aromatic smell of a quality coffee softly tickled my nose. I breathed deeply inhaling the delicious aroma almost ingesting a good dose of caffeine simply from the coffee fumes illuminating from the Starbucks. I had a coffee meeting with a potential client.
Upon entering the crowded Starbucks, I could hear the tapping of keyboard keys, the sizzle and gurgle of espresso and foam being prepared. A low hum of muffled conversations surrounded me. Ching chang click and the ruffle of crumpled dollars with a thank you cued me to order my usual Carmel frappe. Upon collecting my freshly blended milky caramel colored drink I turned and locked eyes with another patron.
The Term Paper on Open The Door Left Back Walk
From the start of the mission, walk forward. You " ll soon be in an open area with a large building ahead and to the right. That's the house you " ll be breaking into. If you continue walking straight ahead, you " ll see the front entrance and the three guards stationed there. To find the sewers, though, turn to the right and walk around the house. You " ll see an entrance to the sewer, which ...
He had a strong, square chin with a soft jaw line. The sunlight was dancing and enhancing his tapered, but developing 5 o’clock shadow. His chocolate colored perfectly almond shaped eyes seemed to be drawing me into to him. He reached his strong but professionally and perfectly manicure hand out in my direction with a masculine yet suave invitation for a personal introduction that despite all my will, I simply could not resist to acknowledge and accept his overtly direct intention of getting my name.
His tailored top quality silk suit fit his broad square sculpted athletic shoulders and biceps like a second skin. The deep chocolate creamy brown leather of the Johnson and Murphy shoes he was wearing screamed money and success. His sparkling white and perfectly shaped teeth glimmered as he parted his soft shaped lips into a crooked smile as he confidently introduced himself. Hi “I am Antonio Bennett”.
My Hand seemed to literally jumped from my own body to reach out and touch his hand. It felt soft and creamy just as you would assume his glowing medium chocolate skin would. Our hands touched our eyes locked and my heart fluttered. I knew at this moment this man would forever change my life as a bolt of electricity left his hand and follow up to my heart. I could barely stutter my own name. The quickness an ease that went unnoticed he slid his chair in my direction and very gentlemanly and kind voice offered me his seat. My eyes met his again, just then, my heart fluttered skipped a beat and began racing all at the same time. Speechless, I blinked acknowledge his gracious gesture and sat quickly before my hobbling legs gave out beneath me. 12 long years ago still feels like yesterday as I recant this story in writing of the day I met Antonio Bennett. It is hard for me to believe it wasn’t yesterday that I lost my heart to the stranger I now call friend, partner, and lover in Starbucks.
