"Him? I ran into him again." My heart began pounding.
The only boy I ever had anything resembling a romantic connection with in my youth. He was exactly the kind of person I liked: excellent grades, blushing furiously whenever anyone teased him, and not the least bit slick-tongued. Even on the basketball court, he couldn't act cool. He simply loved basketball.
When he spoke, he didn't dare look people in the eye. His thick brows and big eyes were hidden beneath the changes of adolescence, and no one knew how handsome he was. Tall, with broad shoulders that made him dangerously attractive.
It has a youthful flavor and I like the author's writing style. The feeling of pounding heart.
(⊙O⊙)Wow, my little princess, your writing is really good! (°Д°)Ъ Like it!