#98

two girls armed with cocktails and freshly glossed lips, and we are on a mission. we sit on the bench at the far corner of the courtyard, and i scan the crowd. one boy is cute; he is wearing a chocolate brown argyle sweater, jeans and sneakers, and i think i could just slide up beside him and wrap my arms around his warm body. i catch him look over, and i turn away before he can catch me. this happens more than once, and all i can think is how i wish i were the kind of girl who could walk up to a boy and charm the pants off him.