“What do you see in her, man?” Brad asked his friend, Sebastian “Granted, she had a great body but her face…
Sebastian glanced at him. “What’s wrong with her face?”
Brad stared at him. “Are you kidding me? I’m sorry, man, but she’s ugly.”
Color suffused Sebastian’s cheeks and his eyes darkened in anger. “That’s a terrible thing to say, Brad,” he retorted.
“Well, it’s the truth. And I’m not the only one who thinks you’ve lost your mind. There are so many hot girls on campus you could go out with and you settle for an unattractive one.”
“It’s obvious that your idea of beauty is different from mine.”
“Beauty? You would use the word beauty to describe her? Seriously, you need your eyes checked.”
“She has a name and yes, I think she’s beautiful. Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
“Well, you’re the only one who can see hers.”
“She has lovely dark smooth and flawless skin. Her eyes are an unusual shade of brown and they sparkle when she talks about the things she likes. She’s smart, thoughtful and unpretentious. You’re right, everywhere I turn, I see the faces of beautiful girls but hers is the one I look for.”
Brad studied him. “You’re really hung up on her, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, why don’t you ask her out then?”
“I plan to.”
“Well, here’s your chance,” he said as he looked past his shoulder.
Sebastian turned and his heart skipped a beat when he saw her.
Brad smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “Good luck, Man. I mean that.”
Sebastian nodded. “Thanks.”
Brad walked away.
Sebastian leaned against the wall and watched nervously as Dominique approached him. She looked great in the red top and the denim skirt which reached just above her knees. His eyes lingered on her bare calves before returning to her face. He didn’t care what anyone said, to him, she was stunning and she had the most incredible smile.
“Hi,” she said when she reached him. She stood looking up at him, her head cocked to one side. “You look very nice.”
He blushed. “Thank you. So do you.”
She smiled. “Thank you. So, how have you been?”
“Busy helping my sister to move. She moved out of our parents’ house last week Wednesday.”
“It must be nice having your own place. After I graduate this year and get a job, I’m moving out.”
“Don’t you like living with your parents?” 
“They’re great but I like the idea of being on my own. You live on your own, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I have financial assistance from my employer as well as a family allowance which helps with my expenses and tuition.”
“Is it hard working and attending university at the same time?”
“It is but I manage.”
“Do you have time to socialize?”
“Yes.”
“What about a girlfriend?”
“I don’t have one,” he replied quietly, his expression guarded as he met her steady gaze. His heart was pounding. “What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?” He held his breath as he waited for her to answer.
She shook her head. “No.
He exhaled in relief. “Dominique, there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
“Yes?”
“Will you go out with me?”
For a moment she didn’t answer. It was as if she was trying to make sense of what just transpired. Finally, she said, “I never thought you would ask me out.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Well, I’m not like the other girls on campus whom I’ve seen you and your friends hanging out with. They’re pretty and popular.”
“I’m not interested in any of them, Dominique but I’m interested in you. I’ve wanted to ask you out for a long time but today I finally had the courage to do so. You haven’t told me if you will go out with me.”
“Yes,” she replied, smiling. “I will go out with you. I can’t imagine what the other girls or your friends will say.”
“It doesn’t matter what they think. All that matters is how you and I feel about each other. I like you, Dominique.”
“And I like you, Sebastian.”
He reached for her hand. It felt soft and small in his. And he felt the heat flow through his body and settle in the pit of his stomach. His eyes darkened on her upturned face. He wanted to kiss her but decided that it would be nicer to have their first kiss in a more romantic setting. “Come,” he murmured. “I’ll walk you to class.”
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful – F. Scott Fitzgerald, Wisdom Quotes
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Source: Wisdom Quotes
