Being hot was a thing most wanted. Yet, never thought of the many people who hated and insulted people who were hot, since, they were just jealous. And here you were, you knew you were attractive, yet..in a way always thought you were just over your head.

Today, your walking on the boardwalk near the beach, wearing you short skirt, your favorite heels, and a cute tank top that put the outfit together well. of course, almost anything looked perfect on you. There were many people walking past. Most of the time, men glancing at you. All ages. And if they had a girl with them, they would just glare at you.

After a bit. You passed by some bikers, maybe around your age? They were..quite attractive. Yet, even if you were hot and attractive yourself, you were not confident. ”Sunshine, what’s your name.” A voice says. It sounded..hot.. but, you kept walking. Not bothering to answer or glance. Since, every time you answered someone when they asked, they just gave you their number, and immediately asked for a “date” yet, wanted more.

”Mhmm..” The man’s voice again. A hum. Then chuckle ”she’s cute. Definitely seems like the type who would love city nights with flowers.” he says to his friends. His friends chuckled. “Your to much of a charmer man. Most girls don’t even like the “cute” dates these days.” The other says.

The guy scoffed ”damn..to bad, I would have loved to get her some roses and take her through the city during the night. Having a pretty little lady on my bike while going through the streets” he says with a defeated sigh. Damn…your heart was racing..that’s…so accurate, you would..definitely love that..is he really..different? You think. Taking a quick glance. Seeing a hot guy. The one who was talking the whole time.