Ok, so I was watching the rain while being driven to school... and I got a story idea... it seems kinda odd... and it probably won't be as good now that it's not fresh in my mind... but here we go.
It had been raining for a good straight 3 hours. The weather reporter repeated over ten times that there would be an 80% chance of the weather pattern to continue like this for the rest of the week. I flipped the channel and lifted my head when a woman stepped into my dealership.
She had blonde flowing hair, was wearing a blue coctail dress with a black yarn poncho, and had blue two inch heels. Her hair had a one blue pin, keeping some of her hair out of her face, only to reveal a set of emerald green eyes. The next thing I looked at was her hand. She had a huge diamond on her left hand, her third finger of course. Why were all the gorgeous women always taken?
Her green eyes searched the desk and I realized I should introduce myself and offer my assistance.
"Good afternoon M'am. How may I help you?" I asked politely, starring into her hypnotizing eyes.
She smiled a beautiful smile and then answered "I'd like to buy a blue car, but it has to have something special..."
"And what would that be?" I asked, suddenly very curious.
"I want the cars windows to leave water dorplets on the them... I don't like cars that make the drops slide down... I like how each drop meets eachother and gathers till it's too heavy and then it falls." She answered finally looking at me, for she had been in her own world.
"Uh... well... that isn't a specific detail we pay attention to, but I think I can help you with that." I said grabbing an umbrela. I now noticed that she had come without one. I asked if she wanted to use mine. She objected kindly saying that it was only water, she wasn't going to melt.
She seemed very comfortable in the rain, like she had spent most of her life in rain. I wondered if she had seen a sunny day. Her complexcion collobarated my idea.
I pondered this for a moment while she looked at the cars that did what she specified.
She stopped at the Mustangs. She stood infront of a perywinkle colored one, it was a new model, only about a few months old. It was intresting that she should choose a Mustang, for that was the car that I was classifying her with. I myself was a cheap, practical car. I was a Honda Civic. But her, she had to be a sports car. She chose one with a convertable roof, stating that she had always wanted one.
We went to my office to make the deal official and she payed in cash. I gave her the keys and she drove off in the Mustang.
Had she walked? I couldn't imagine that. She was wearing two inch heels, and the closest house was four miles...
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