Today's OneWord: Attractive

I thought you were attractive the moment I laid eyes on you. You walked in with your jeans torn around your knees, exposing purple, bruised flesh, probably from knocking them around a basketball court during your nights away from your coffee shop job. You wore an open vest open a dirty white T-shirt, your short hair slicked back with some sort of pomade, revealing tan skin even around your scalp.

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