Written: 25.06.05
Words: 840
General
Dean slowed as a redhead caught his eye. She had the shortest cut jeans that was probably legal, a black tank-top and what seemed to be a Guns N Roses tattoo on her shoulder.
Damn.
Before he had time to even think of a line, she spun around and saw him.
He froze to the spot as she started making her way over, shit, did I say that out loud?
She stopped a few feet in front of him, gesturing to herself as she raised an eyebrow, “Like what you see?”
“W-well,” He cleared his throat, “yeah. I-I mean, you look-”
She raised her hand, effectively cutting off the end of his sentence. “Let me guess,” She took a step closer and flicked some hair over her shoulder, “you really like redheads, huh?”
He shifted his weight and nodded, shifting his gaze to the dirt, get it together!
“Good.”
Dean almost snapped his neck with how fast he brought his eyes back up off the floor. The girl’s face split into a thousand-watt smile, and she took a few steps past him, starting toward the car, “Because I like guys who drive sweet rides.” She stopped a few feet from the Impala and whistled, “Where did you find a ’67 Chevy in this town?”
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