EVERYTHING

Chelsea stood by the long window in the empty reading room, her face expressionless as she stared outside the street. It is now a few minutes before noon and until it's lunchtime, Cher can't be free enough to go about the city with him.

Alex, wearing a casual t-shirt and slacks, walked up to the five feet teenager with an outstanding physique. Her black hair fell over her waistline and she was wearing a short skirt that revealed nicely carved legs ending with a good-looking white sneakers and socks. She seemed to be deep in thought but a good time to engage in a conversation with her.

"Hi, Chels." He greeted and he was met with a wide eye portraying how shocked she was. It must be the name.

"I'm sorry for intruding..."

"Not at all." She smiled, her dimples flashing at him.

The oddest kind of feeling swept through him. He noticed. Also, she wouldn't stop squeezing the tip of her top as if she was nervous. He had several questions in his mind but he isn't ready to send her running from