He looked like he should be in the movies, not moving trash. Barbie quickly rose to her feet and picked the stray particles of trash off her dress. What is it with this town and everyone looking like super models? Were there no normal-looking people here, or what? Barbie continued her walk and ended up at a small outdoor café. As she sat at her table she noticed a mother fussing with her daughter. The little girl was about six and kind of chunky. She could overhear the mother criticizing her child. “Amanda, you’re so fat. You’re never going to be beautiful if you keep eating cake. Look, you’re getting a blemish. It’s embarrassing to be seen out public with you.” Barbie was shocked, and the little girl looked as if she were about to cry. What is wrong with these people? Everyone was so concerned with how they looked. “Why, hello there; I’ve never seen you here before.” Barbie looked up from her latte to see the most strikingly handsome man standing over her. He had jet black hair and crystal blue eyes. He was tall and built with cute little dimples in his cheeks. She was so shocked that someone was being nice to her that she just stared at him with her mouth open. “You better close your mouth, or else the flies will get in,” he said, grinning. Barbie shut her mouth. “My name is Damon, and I couldn’t help but notice that you were here all by yourself. May I join you?” he said, reaching his hand out to her. She kissed his hand, which made him laugh and her die of embarrassment. “I’m sorry; I have no idea why I just did that,” Barbie sputtered, face growing redder by the minute. “It’s cool. Surprisingly, this isn’t the first time that’s happened,” he replied casually. “I’m Barbie. Please sit down,” Barbie said, finally smiling.
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