The Photon Hundred Percent
13.The Beautiful Syndrome
Present Day, April 8, 2017
Still at the same day.
Bernardina, never preen so seriously, even if you have to attend a party or formal event like anything, never did she ever struggle with her dresser that had been smashed by an overlapping makeup tool, this was too much for just a show leaving for campus.
Seemed annoyed when many times get rid of lipstick pulses on the lips that he thought there was no flawless impression, his collection of lipsticks that sebon had been cut, but nothing matching according to him, he said, actually with a facial skin tone like Dina's, lipstick of any color can match, but he himself did not understand why this time the lipstick alone was more complicated than the feud of the Presidential Election of the country plus six two.
Yoke! Yoke! Yoke! The door was knocked, Dina said, then Ramon's head was nongol at the door.
"Sorry Miss, the great sir told me to check on you, is Miss alright?" ramon asked, this was a reasonable consequence after Dina had not been out of her room for too long.
"Has he come?" Dina asked back.
"Who's Miss?"
"Jo, has he come?"
"Oh! Miss Guards, yes! He's been waiting for Miss from half an hour ago."
"okay! Okay fine! Waita! I'll be done soon!" dina said in a hurry, before she chose lipstick randomly, and the color nude peach was the ultimate punch.
Ramon left her who was busy tidying up the shade lipstick, the waiter did not want to guess how much longer it would take the Miss to make up this polemic.
Before Dina finished all this, she had to rotate her body several times in front of the mirror, she felt quite satisfied with the neutral fashion choices she had at the time, a three-quarter-arm white blouse, with a round neck model, is getting sweeter with a ribbon decoration on the abdomen, while for his subordinates he wore a skirt with a three-quarter floral skirt that increasingly culminates his figure in a casual and feminine image.
Dina descends the stairs with constant mathematical steps like an alien celestial body gliding on a dystopian unreal space, full of dystopia, so Jo waiting for him at the end of the last rung is a passive observer who cannot determine how much influence the object has on the expansion of space and time, until when the laws of classical relativity are no longer valid here, and the length of the steps is not an inert frame of reference, then this contrasting perspective has created its own penisbian.
I mean, the two of them are both unable to determine who is actually moving closer to who, he said, whether the ladder itself moved like a conveyor led it to Jo who looked at it like Ares had a heavy longing for Afrodet who had been pinned by Zeus for too long on the top of Mount Olympus.
"Don't look at me like that, you scare me" Dina said, she blushed. Jo smiles as she realizes something is wrong with her, before Dina dramatically maneuvers her back slowly, telling the man to walk first, the girl walked behind him.
When Dina hands over her Ferrari Spider 488 remote, Jo insensitively opens the door and allows her beautiful Miss to fill the steering wheel, fatally and pretentiously, he must have guessed that the girl was about to drive herself, just like yesterday.
Seeing such a grossly unhuman misinterpretation, it was only natural that Dina blatantly refused without replying, "Wait a minute!" he said with aplomb, waiting for what?
Seriously, has Jo lost her ability to guess the future? No, it felt like it was the same as yesterday when he opened the car door, Jo might have guessed and no matter what the outcome, too, but opening the vehicle door for the beautiful Miss is a protocol that no bodyguard can leave behind.
Ramon who had not seen his nose was now there, like a bad luck hero apparently he brought a kind of lunchbox, then handed it to Dina. Apparently that's what he's waiting for.
After getting supplies, then Dina with a flexible step closer to the Ferrari, but not the steering cabin (right) on the way, but to the seat there (left), but to the seat there, he entered independently and immediately sat sweetly waiting in an orderly manner, if he had been willing to be transported wherever the driver of romance would take him. Jo is designed silently.
"You have a heart, let me who's dressed up this beautiful drive myself?" dina yelled bitterly at Jo who was still staring outside the car.
Jo certainly will not be able to answer such rhetorical questions, just the power to let out a little breath in order to get rid of doubt, then inevitably act as a gentleman taking over the steering room. That's how it should be, if that's what the universe expects.
"It's okay, right?"Ask Dina, again a rhetorical question, in addition to not need to be answered, the question is also not intristic, actually what is 'Nothing', then it's absolutely right that Jo responds to that enough with her best smile.
Then, "Sorry!" said later.
When he leaned deliberately towards the girl, Dina suddenly stiffened, held her breath, and her heart pounded like a wave slapping the coral, as their faces became too close, too close, by an activity that when it is nothing, it certainly will not also announce a special kiss, except only Jo's hands that work very nimble twisting and winding, and, then the cliche scene had to end after the sound of a click, from the seatbelt Dina which was locked.
"Thanks!" whispered the girl between happy and displeased, setting the breath of fireworks deflated, when their faces had been far apart.
There is nothing more to be pioneered, just a wave of Ramon's hands into a spectacular cover accompanying the departure of the yellow Ferrari, as if they will go home, far and long back, the residence left behind the after-goals behind, now was the time to suppress the streets.
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