She plucked the petals: he likes
me, he likes me not, he likes me, he likes me not, until the flower turned into
a skeleton and there was nothing more to be bared of. She was eager to get his
attention, to make the friendship stronger, but patience was not her finest of
virtues. So she will have to work towards it, she sighed. To put efforts.
She thought of the long walks
with him, there was definitely electricity between them; it was not just her
imagination. His dark brown eyes and the sinewy physique! He, unfortunately,
was still a little withdrawn and guarded. She smiled as she imagined all the
view they could see together, if he allowed it. She knew she wanted him the
moment her eyes had fallen on him.
Gathering her courage, she put on
her cap and riding suit and walked to the stable to try yet again to break the
shell of her favourite stallion: Abrazo.
