First Person Narration: Articulate, Sincere, Smooth, Genuine
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (US General American - GenAM) US African AmericanTranscript
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I was gonna miss Miss Noreen. She was always my second customer of the day. The first was the ever elusive and mysterious dr jaafari battle. Every morning like clockwork. He was the first customer inside my shop dr Battle always ordered the same things. A large white chocolate mocha and almond filled person in two chocolate chip cookies. He was a bachelor whom every single woman and some not so single woman wanted. He also happened to be our town's veterinarian. At times I didn't know what to make of him. He carried this darkness about him. It was as if, no matter how nice he was, just behind his eyes dance, something that I was sure I didn't want. Any parts of, no matter how fine he was and the man was drop dead gorgeous with skin as dark and rich is the finest chocolate dr battle looked delectable. He had long, jet black wavy hair that cascaded down his back, which he always worn a ponytail. He was thick and sinewy with muscles and all the right places that man could wear a turtleneck and made me want to throw caution to the wind. His golden eyes always ensnared me. It was as if he could look right into my thoughts and know what I was thinking. I hated that. He came with a Devilishly handsome smile that I'd only seen once, and that was when he smiled at a child who had lost her dog. His dimples reeled me in, but the absolute masculine way in which he carried himself made the pure animalistic lust that overtook my senses any time he came near scare me to my wits end. I was not some damsel in distress. I did not faint like some little lovesick woman from a gone with the Wind novel. However, there was something about the man that made me want to do all the carnal things. My elders had warned. No respectable woman should even think about. Oh, my God, woman, get ahold of yourself! I chided myself mentally. Any time he spoke, every woman in close vicinity seemed to lose their good sense. I admit his voice was deep and melodic, and carried a honeyed undertone that not many men in our sleepy town possessed. Thinking about it annoyed me for some reason, a reason I had no desire to explore at the moment.