HoneybeeHoneybee by Alles-de-la-rocha
You didn't have to look my way
Your eyes still haunt me to this day
But you did. Yes, you did
It was a beautiful day in San Antonio, couples Walked around Riverwalk, families and friends visited the mall and why not, take a stroll around the river too. Alfred F. Jones was there, his usual smile on his face, waving to some people while carring with his other hand a bag of McDonalds. It was, indeed, a normal day to the american....but, something happened. While crossing the bridge, Dolorosa, he noticed someone familiar, might I say, a familiar female; she had (hair length) (hair color) she was wearing a (favorite color) summer dress that ended to her knees, she was looking down to the river where boats passed by. The american tried to look away and pass through her, but, to his dissmay, she looked his way and her smile grew bigger as she knew who it was "Alfred!" The girl almost yelled, the american smiled back and waved "Hey (Name)! How are you?"
You didn't have to say my nam