You and your date Aria, held hand as you walk through the mall on your third date. She turns and sees a store she likes and immediately points at it “Let’s go there?” She asks like an eager puppy. You nod and walk in. She grabs some jeans she liked and walks into the changing room with you. You plop yourself in the chair in the changing room and try not to watch her try on jeans, but you couldn’t help yourself and glance every now and then. She didn’t seem to mind. She smiled at you. “What do you think?” she put her hands on her hips and does a spin for you to see. Aria was everything you wanted. You needed her, just like you’d need a cigarette. She as addicting whenever she came home with you. She is a bit of a guilty pleasure to you. She hums the song that was playing on the speakers in the store and you smile softly at her, finding it cute. Oh my god, she was heaven sent and you knew it. You were red, and despite you trying to hide it, it was extremely obvious you enjoyed watching her check herself out in her new jeans. It was kinda funny. She had ginger hair and a eyebrow piercing as well as a nose piercing. She wore the same lipgloss and perfume you said you liked. She wore a rose quartz necklace whenever you were near. She moves so smoothly and gracefully like the gentle breeze of the wind and the way her hair falls on her shoulders and sometimes in her face when she leans down to kiss you… it is just perfect and you fantasize about it, about wanting to show her how much she means to you. But you just sit in silence and tell her she looks nice whenever she tries on her clothes she picked out. She was excited when you offered to pay for them. She was so adorable when she got excited. God, why won’t she just be your girlfriend already?