I saw her. I sat by her. I talked to her.
We got tipsy.
I saw her eyes. A weird color I don't recognize. She smelled like cheez its, and kept talking about how much she wants elf ears.
Her purse, an anime cat. Her two front teeth, big, her cloths wreaked of cigarettes.
Her body as tall as mine, but thin and muscular. She showed me her armpits, hairier than mine own. She had tried to dye her hair, but it came out squirrel colored.
She asked me if I wanted to play CoD and kill zombies with her.


And I knew she was the one.