Her voice was as sweet as she was. Honey-colored curles would bounce past her shoulders, leaving a scent of apricots in the hot summer air as she ran by. She was always in a hurry, but never missed the opportunity to greet him with a fleeting smile, leaving him with a dumb grin on his face and a flame of hope in his heart. But then he would remember who he was, and who she was, and which kind of guys got the girl like her.