英语读书笔记-Book Lovers Day 08
Part 1
- And a beard that manages to be rugged without looking unruly.
- He’s brawny - the word pops into my head.
- His flannel shirt snug, the sleeves rolled up his forearms.
- I’d even settle for a strangled “Hello, good sir”.
- He smells like evergreens and impending rain.
- This man is mythic, the too-shinny lead in a rom-com that has you shouting.
- His smile deepens(matching dimples, of course)
- My heart whirring like an overheated laptop.
- I find myself not atop Mount Olympus but in a coffee shop with exposed brick walls and wooden floors.
- The light streaming in hits a glass display case of pastries and plastic-wrapped sandwiches.
- I get into the line and scope out the crowd, a mix of hip, outdoorsy types in strappy hiking sandals.
- But good-looking in the way of a mere mortal, with coarse, dark hair and a lean elegance.
- The longer you gawk, the more sure you become that you’ve never actually looked at Mathew Broderick’s nose before.
- But I duck out, tucking myself on the far side of a bookshelf filled with board games.
Part 2
- If it really is Charlie, it would be mortifying for him to see me hiding here —like seeing your stodgiest teacher outside a teens-only club while wearing a crop top and fake belly button ring.
- The man who may or may not be my professional nemesis slides his phone from his pocket.
- Only they’re still too full, so basically he’s pouting.
- An honest-to-god chill slithers down my spine when my phone buzzes in my hand.
- With even less time to confirm or dispel my fears.
- What about Bigfoot erotica? Have some queries in my slush pile. Good fit for you?
- The barista summons Maybe Charlie forward with a cheery smile, but he mumbles something and step out of line.
- My middle-class party trick tallies him up from head to toe, five hundred dollars of neutral tones, but if he was going for camouflage, it’s not working.