American Apparel Circle Scarf Instructions

OLD IS FOR ME (I)

Clara complexion was as smooth as its name. The girl's clothes mixture kept pure soap smell and recent iron, mostly in ivory blouse. There were many people in the car, but most were gawking at her walk to her seat by her beauty and dress. And she is aware of the eyes, remained calm and quiet as it moved, but never shy. A short distance

felt Travel intrigued by travelers who shared his seat: front, a brown woman of graceful wrinkles, peasant or washerwoman, who ate an apple crisp that squirrel, and his right, a strong knight. Clara began to twist her wavy dark hair between the index and middle fingers, making loops with smooth twists of the wrist. Looked askance at the handsome young man, and when he thought he discovered quickly turned his face toward the opposite side, hiding, as interested in the scenery of the mountains of Madrid. He understood that the man was certainly preoccupied with something fun and his lips drew a grimace of joy.

The old stressed the heaviness of the trip with noises from their bites and Clara told him that he was upset with a look a bit rough.

- Want a young? - the woman, with a simple gesture of kindness and exceptional. - You will see how rich -.

Clara, surprised, shrugged and held out his hand.

- seem fresh, thanks -.

A jolt made the old woman's bag fell to the ground and all the apples that had come out roll abruptly. Apples own life suddenly seemed. The Clara jumped out of his hand and sat in the crotch of the girl, who soon recovered from his abstraction.

- Ah, I'm so sorry, sir! Excuse my stupidity! - very nervous.

- Do not worry, it was not her fault, Miss - smiling, as he removed the block. - Take -.

Silence. Clara and still looked young. He's still smiling, her eyes narrowed, her lips tightening.

- can eat if you want ... -. Then

Clara laughed a nervous laugh scandalous, unable to stop. And he, after thinking about what that reaction came, he joined the fact out loud too.