She swaggered in wearing a black trench coat, riding her scooter through a crowd of pretty girls.
“Wow, that guy is so handsome!”
“Right? I’m already in love with him!”
She turned around and gave the girls a disdainful look. “Good grief, why are girls these days so boy-crazy? I’m into cute girls!” she muttered.
“Wow, he’s flirting with me! I’m so happy!”
“Goodness! Why have they all fainted? It was just a dirty look. How could they be so smitten? How strange!” she wondered to herself. She was just about to blow them another kiss when she remembered she had somewhere to be. “Pretty girls, I’ve got somewhere to go today. I’ll blow you a kiss next time!” In the blink of an eye, she sped away through the crowd…
Don’t be confused, you read that right: “she” is a “she,” not a “he.” She’s a girl.
