First d8

She snapped her lips incessantly not knowing she was swallowing bits of her new fruity lip gloss. Her lips were shapely yet she thought they needed a boost this time. The rest of her makeup was toned down. She almost looked as if she had none. If any of her long time friends had seen her, they would have found it odd. She always wore a lot of really colorful makeup, specially on occasions like these. Her nails were long and her manicurist had suggested a tiny little detail on the tip of both of her ring fingers. It was a small umbrella with a beach ball beside it. She looked at her nails for distraction. Her hands were normally filled with small bruises and her nails were usually cut really short. As she looked at them, she knew that normally she would be bothered by the insane detail on her ring fingernails. Though this particular day, it did not bother her that much. Probably because she lingered around the thought that maybe this is the type of thing this type of male likes.

She was not used to this type of male. This particular type of male, she thought, would enjoy this particular type of women. As he approached her, she looked at her fingernails again and for less than a second she hated the idea of having two sets of identical beach gear on her nails.

... (t.b.c)