A hot hot girl in a short short skirt walks out of a Starbucks carrying two paper cups in a cardboard tray. She’s smiling and swaying her hips, basking in attention. She heads down the hill toward me, passing two girls who are crouched on the steps waiting for the bus. Their eyebrows raise and their heads turn and follow those hips until the girl and I pass each other. That’s when they look up at me and watch my face burn red. I gather from their reactions as I close the distance between us that I’m entertaining. When I pass them, one of the seated girls makes an encouraging “woohoo” sound and looks back down the hill at the girl with the swaying hips.
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This would have been even more intriguing had it been a female narrator.