Re: In the woods, near a path
This wasn't his movie, and his name didn't appear before hers in the credits. This was her film, and whatever Hollywood believed about movies with strong female leads need not apply. Maybe that was new for the evening. Perhaps in daylight she was mousy and retiring, shoulders pressed to the wall at every party and demure between the sheets. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Perhaps she was always about women getting topping billing. Ladies had gotten a bad deal out of a life, and maybe she'd held a sign above her head and refused to wear a bra for the Woman's March. Whatever she was didn't matter, but let's call her Wallflower, just for the hell of it, and because it was amusing. This girl walking through the woods was no wallflower. She wasn't Red in her cloak either. She didn't need to be tempted off the path. This woman walked like she owned the path. The woods were a red carpet stretched out just for her heels. Bring on the camera flash.
Surprise, Romeo, because she didn't wear florals. No cherry on her skin, nothing fruity to hide the fact that she dared to sweat on occasion. She didn't smell like anything but champagne, and that was only because she'd spilled droplets during her journey off the beaten path. Now, that thing about the Starbucks, that she would've liked. Keep that visual, Romeo, and she knew more about Bad News than she knew about anything else. Quarterbacks, she knew those pretty well too, but the bad boys in leather jackets had come first. This was known territory for our knockout. How about something new for a change?
She looked around when he responded. It was an oh-so-deliberate turn of her head, left, right, back to him. "No biker babe to dance with?" she asked him, as if she knew his type and had his number tucked into her Kate Spade, along with the number of countless other bad boys that wanted to slip their hands beneath pink and be the first to ruck it up for a taste. Wallflower gave him a grin that said she knew him. She would know him. Same thing, and her mask didn't slip. She felt amazing, and this was a high. This confidence was something that should be doled out in little thimbles to girls as soon as they started school. Take the world by storm, girls, and she didn't wait for him to make a move after he snuffed out that smoke beneath his heel. "What took you so long?" she asked, thrilled as the words came out of her mouth and past lips that boasted a layer of borrowed pink. She took his hand, and she reeled him near.