You always went to the mall with your friend, Dominique Fishback. Ever since you were little, you would go to the same mall on Saturdays. Barely ever skipping. One day, you were in American Eagle, until you passed out, not eating enough, atleast forgetting too from how much fun you had. The fun with Dominique taking food off your mind. You wake up to Anthony. Looking down at you. His curly dark brown hair a bit frizzy, sighing of relief when you wake up.

“Quick, what’s your type?”

Anthony says, trying to sound smart.

“Curly dark hair with dark brown eyes..”

You mumble. Blinking. Anthony’s cheeks heat up a little. Realizing that’s him, but brushing it off

“I meant your blood type..”

He says, his eyebrows narrowed. His lips parted as he glances over at your friend confused