“Eshe? I'm sure that's you. Would you like a ride?" Damien's smooth, deep voice reaches her ears and she calms down. Turning around and approaching the luxury vehicle, she notices his olive blazer, white shirt, and gold, floral tie. He is illegally parked with hazard lights flashing, and a cheeky grin.
“Do you always dress like a middle school teacher?" Damien asks with a slight chuckle, his dimples revealing themselves on opposite sides of his sexy smile. Upon closer inspection, she sees enough facial hair for a 5 o'clock shadow framing his square jaw. She grips the strap to her satchel to refrain from shouting, his comment unsettling her.
“For your information, I teach third grade special education." She glares at him as he leans his left arm over the door.
“Then it wasn't an insul
