A girl with a pretty face.

My legs tired from walking for the past four hours, I decide to take a rest and sit on a bench. This town being in middle America, the benches were painted red, white, and blue. To me this was extremely tacky, reminding me of a pair of cameo couches I had seen in a department store earlier that week.

I can't begin to imagine why someone would want this. Maybe I need to have a little more respect for this country. Which will never happen for me. Everyone else around here seems to have their love for America on lock down.

Let us not go there though, my view of this place is not the greatest. I cannot stand this "Freedom." It is too much for me.

While I am sitting, waiting for my legs to retrieve some of their strength, now sort of fuming in a way. I become accompanied by someone. I didn't even have to look, I could just feel them next to me. Finding it a bit odd that someone would come sit next to me (I am not by any means considered to be normal around here).

"Hello there, is something the matter?" Some girl said.

Immediately my face filled with blood. I most definitely am not used to random girls sitting next to me for no reason asking if I am alright. I'm very shy towards females, never really knowing what to do or say to them.

Turned away from her, unsure of what to say, I feel something touch my shoulder. Realizing it was her hand that had touched me, I was shocked. I fumbled for words, she wasn't going to go that easily. So, in my bewilderment, I had said what I was thinking, "Why are these benches painted how they are? It is so ridiculous."

In an agreeing tone, she said, "That is very true, along with all of the flags up and down main." Yes, there are American flags up and down the main street in town. And it is even more ridiculous than those benches. "But I do not have an answer for you, I'm sorry."

Now being more at ease with this new person, I look at her. Seeing what I saw, I looked away once again.

She came and sat next to me? My god she was gorgeous. It had only took me a quick glance to see this. I was confused more now than before, "Why did you come sit next to me?" I said with wide eyes.

In a shy voice she replied, "You looked lost and I thought maybe I could help." My stomach dropped as if I had won the lottery, which I felt like I had.

I was uncomfortable now that she had said this, the level of cuteness was intense. I wondered if she had said that as an excuse. Well, I didn't really wonder, I knew. I felt embarrassed being so reclusive, she probably thought I wasn't half bad.

I looked at her again, giving her one of my half smiles that I do. Saying, "Thank you, that is very kind of you. But I am fine, to be honest." For whatever reason, a huge smile came across her face.

Positive that she liked me in some way, with the touch of my shoulder and that beautiful smile, I asked her for her name. "Caley, and yours?" She was blushing a little, I almost died. Her name was even cute.

I was awestruck, but I said calmly, "Samuel, my name is Samuel." This was getting to be too much for me, as she giggled. I had nothing more to say really, I just wanted to sit there and fantasize about her. Not in a perversive way though, but in more of a sensual way.

Then Caley asked, "Would you like to walk with me, Samuel?" Being only five minutes since I sat here, I did not want to move yet. My legs felt like stones.

"Of course, sitting here is a bit dull." I said. How could I say no to that face? She has blue-green eyes and blond hair, I noticed. Which I now adored, usually I like darker hair and blue eyes. Suddenly, I did not want that anymore. She was all I wanted now.

Feeling the cool, early night air on my naked arms, I untied the sweater I had wrapped around my waist and put it on. I am not one for the cold weather, always having to put something else on once it got below sixty-five degrees.

She was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, so I asked, "Are you a bit chilled with what you have on?" Caley replying through a smile, " Yeah, a little bit. We are almost to my place though, only two and a half more blocks."

"Your place?" I said, not meaning to say that out loud, but only in my thoughts.

"Yes, my place." She looked at me this time she said it. I kept looking forward. Afraid that if I looked back at her, I would blush, yet again.

This time I thought fear was useless, so I looked.

Her eyes sparkled in the sun like diamonds, as she took my hand. Leading me to a lovely place. Her place. Caley's place.