Disclaimer: I don't not own The Beatles or anything of that nature.
A Sight for Sore Eyes
He sat at the bar, just finishing his drink and sandwich before heading home. He chewed slowly as he read the paper sitting on the counter next to him.
The man at the bar heard a girl laughing behind him. It almost caused him to choke on his sandwich when he was startled by her lovely voice. It was like a taste of honey, but to the ears.
He turned around to gaze at the source behind the sound.
His jaw dropped to floor when he saw a strikingly beautiful girl standing next to a table in the middle of the restaurant. He got goosebumps from just looking at her.
She had a mix between blond and brunette hair of the perfect shade to match and highlight her magnificent hazel eyes.
Her face.
The features molded together in a more than an aesthetically pleasing way.
The nose was quite small, but not too small to look abnormal. Her nostrils flared in an attractive way when she smiled. It was in the centerpoint of her face, pulling together all her other features.
Her eyes were green, flecked with brown streaks. They were soft and kind, but still had the wisdom of her young age shining through. They were oval shaped to perfection with luscious lashes surrounding them. Her eyebrows were even and not a hair was out of place. They were nice and full, but not overly bushy.
Her skin tone was precious. It was almost powder white, but it had a light tan to even it out. Not an unruly blemish on the skin.
Her lips were the perfect shade of delicate pink. The way they flowed up and down was like a waterfall. The sounds they made were beautiful. They looked more than just kissable, the man at the bar thought.
From where he was, he thought that her perfect complexion didn't even have makeup on. He was glad that she didn't, her face didn't need any additives, and if she used anything, it wouldn't have helped at all. It would have just taken away from her beauty.
The man quickly shoved the rest of his sandwich in his mouth and downed his drink. He slapped money down on the counter and headed towards the girl.
She tilted her head to the side in curiosity as she watched him approach her.
"Hello," the man stuck out his hand. "My name is Paul." The girl barely touched his hand, like she thought that he had germs or something of that nature.
"My name is Ellie," she introduced herself as she turned her nose up at him. It caused the man to falter, but he still continued.
"Can I buy you a drink?" the man asked. The girl looked him up and down before she answered.
"Doesn't look like you got any money on you, judging by the sore shape your clothes are in, and the alcohol on your breath, slob," she sneered. The man had accidentally spilled his drink on himself, and he was drinking a coke. This girl was just being mean to be mean.
The man just looked her over.
"It's a shame," he said as he prepared to leave the restaurant.
"What do you mean?" the girl demanded.
"Well, a girl as pretty as you is quite mean. Your looks are wasted. In order to be truly beautiful you need to have a gorgeous personality. It's a shame that your looks are wasted on someone that isn't deserving of them. Goodbye Ellie." And with that, Paul left.
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