Spirited Awakening
**** ONGOING ****"Is this seat taken?" His eyes twinkled with mischief. I followed up his frame, noticing how tall he was, or maybe how short I was. He had to easily stand over six foot tall, and was wearing a white band tee with black pants, converse and a denim jacket cuffed to his elbows. I noticed the hint of a tattoo on his forearm but couldn't make it out. His chestnut hair fell in a boyish style over his forehead and thick eyebrows that perfectly framed his square face and jawline. He was well built, doting an athletic presence that screamed strength and agility. A far cry from my more than curvy frame. He was good looking and he knew it. His grin deepening as if reading my mind. Flashing his straight white teeth, a stark contrast against his tan skin. Searching the room, noticing the many vacant seats before this one. I can only muster a nod. My mouth suddenly feeling like it's full of cotton balls. I silently kick myself. What is wrong with me?…