There's Something About Martin
Sabrina Spellman carefully dressed for her journalism class at college. It finally happened. She never thought it would happen after Josh, but it happened. There was a guy she was interested in. He was tall, muscular, and handsome, with dark hair, smooth light-tan skin, the color of milk-caramel candy, glossy dark curls, and a soft baby shadow of a mustache. Very appealing. He smelled very nice too, a tropical, spicy-sweet yet manly scent. He had a beguiling walk and what the TV commercial for Dentamint toothpaste called "a smile with sex appeal." She tied her hair into a french braid and put on her pink sweaterdress with the silver stars all over it. Sparks fizzing in her heart, she yanked on her pink pantyhose, slid her feet into her silver ballet flats, grabbed her purse and her daypack, and strode across the campus, the birds singing a serenade for her and Senor Sex Appeal.
In the classroom, Sabrina was inches away from her crush-target, who looked gorgeous and smelled divine. She called on her magic. In her mind, she chanted "Apollo, Aphrodite, Venus and Cupid. Here is my crush, and I'm feeling stupid. Drop my books on the foot of that handsome gent and make it seem like an accident." All of a sudden, with a thud, her books fell right on the foot of Senor Sex Appeal. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Sabrina gasped convincingly. "It's all right." said her gorgeous classmate "Does your foot hurt?" "Not at all." "You must think I'm a terrible klutz." "Hey, a girl as pretty as you can drop her books on my foot any day." He gave her that Dentamint sex-appeal smile, showing the most adorable dimples. Her heart felt like it was melting away like an after-dinner mint melts in the mouth "My name is Sabrina, by the way. Sabrina Spellman." "Hi, Sabrina." The gorgeous guy shook her hand, his grip firm and manly. "My name's Martin. Martin Spano." Martin Spano. Sabrina's heart beat out the name. Thump-a, Thump-a, Mar-tin Spa-no. Thump-a, Thump-a, Mar-tin Spa-no. "Listen, I can't apologize enough for dropping that book on your foot." "There's one way you can make it up to me." Martin said with that teasing smile. "How?" "You can go on a date with me." Sabrina's mouth went as dry as melba toast. Her fantasy was coming true. "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." Sabrina and Martin exchanged phone numbers and Sabrina floated to her next class in a rosy pink fog. It's almost like this Martin Spano is a warlock, the spell he has cast over me, she thought.
Sabrina Spellman carefully dressed for her journalism class at college. It finally happened. She never thought it would happen after Josh, but it happened. There was a guy she was interested in. He was tall, muscular, and handsome, with dark hair, smooth light-tan skin, the color of milk-caramel candy, glossy dark curls, and a soft baby shadow of a mustache. Very appealing. He smelled very nice too, a tropical, spicy-sweet yet manly scent. He had a beguiling walk and what the TV commercial for Dentamint toothpaste called "a smile with sex appeal." She tied her hair into a french braid and put on her pink sweaterdress with the silver stars all over it. Sparks fizzing in her heart, she yanked on her pink pantyhose, slid her feet into her silver ballet flats, grabbed her purse and her daypack, and strode across the campus, the birds singing a serenade for her and Senor Sex Appeal.
In the classroom, Sabrina was inches away from her crush-target, who looked gorgeous and smelled divine. She called on her magic. In her mind, she chanted "Apollo, Aphrodite, Venus and Cupid. Here is my crush, and I'm feeling stupid. Drop my books on the foot of that handsome gent and make it seem like an accident." All of a sudden, with a thud, her books fell right on the foot of Senor Sex Appeal. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Sabrina gasped convincingly. "It's all right." said her gorgeous classmate "Does your foot hurt?" "Not at all." "You must think I'm a terrible klutz." "Hey, a girl as pretty as you can drop her books on my foot any day." He gave her that Dentamint sex-appeal smile, showing the most adorable dimples. Her heart felt like it was melting away like an after-dinner mint melts in the mouth "My name is Sabrina, by the way. Sabrina Spellman." "Hi, Sabrina." The gorgeous guy shook her hand, his grip firm and manly. "My name's Martin. Martin Spano." Martin Spano. Sabrina's heart beat out the name. Thump-a, Thump-a, Mar-tin Spa-no. Thump-a, Thump-a, Mar-tin Spa-no. "Listen, I can't apologize enough for dropping that book on your foot." "There's one way you can make it up to me." Martin said with that teasing smile. "How?" "You can go on a date with me." Sabrina's mouth went as dry as melba toast. Her fantasy was coming true. "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." Sabrina and Martin exchanged phone numbers and Sabrina floated to her next class in a rosy pink fog. It's almost like this Martin Spano is a warlock, the spell he has cast over me, she thought.