killing all lights

It was a regular Monday morning and Aime was just saying her greetings to her fellow mates as she walked through the narrow doorway into the assembly room. She strutted, as if she was a model, right up to the locker and opened it with a instinctive movement. She could tell that there was some cleaning to be done and got right to it. About seven minutes later, she took her books and began, again, to strutt throughout the assembly room.

It was right about then she felt it. She could suddenly see her future. It was pure... yes, intuition. As she was walking step by step in her Manolo Blahnik's she saw a man. The most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. The sound of her high heels arousing her from daydreaming, she took the last step out to the entrance.

There he was. The man of her dreams. Well, at least the dreams she had had just a few seconds ago. He didn't seem to notice her at first, but then he saw her in the corner of his eye. He turned around and faced Aime, who was now glowing with passion.

The look they shared was unforgettable.