His hair was orange. His exuberance unmatched. She watched him from afar as he flirted, feeling both annoyed and jealous. His words meant so little, yet none were ever directed at her. Were she to come close he would flee.
The day came that he was suddenly hers. All hers. Soon he showered her with affection, with all the attention she could have ever wanted from a man as handsome as him. She would blush and deny any attraction, secretly congratulating herself.
Then he was gone. He no longer answered her call. He disappeared, orange hair aglow as he fled