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[color=darkgray][indent][indent]If she had been the one who had almost gotten run over by an incoming car, Giselle would’ve been nothing short of terrified and upset at the person behind the wheel, and at any other individuals inside the vehicle at the time of the close call. Her ability to use her words and speak in full sentences would’ve disappeared, replaced by the frantic pounding of her heart. What Gigi [i]hadn’t[/i] expected was that the young man her aunt had almost injured came at her with the pleasantries of a gentleman: admitting fault to something he wasn’t responsible for, introducing himself and the friend that had come to his aid, and closing it all off with one of the smoothest pickup lines she had ever heard.

[indent][i][color=FB8B00]“No me quitaste la vida pero ciertamente me dejaste sin aliento.”[/color][/i][/indent]

Giselle’s lightly freckled cheeks flushed crimson, and she let out a nervous little giggle. Although she wasn’t a stranger to compliments, receiving them always made her feel awkward. [color=B75EB3]“Well I’m glad my auntie’s clumsiness didn’t cause you any harm other than a good scare!”[/color] she told him with a bright, apologetic smile. [color=B75EB3]“I really am sorry for what happened. She won’t be driving me to school again: trust me.”[/color]

There was something about Enrique’s face that tugged at the young woman’s memory. She had a nagging feeling that she had seen him somewhere else before-- and not too long ago, at that. She felt like she had the answer at arm’s reach, but her squirrel brain was still reeling from the almost-accident to make a real effort into putting the pieces together in order to decipher the young man’s identity. And because she didn’t want to embarrass herself even further by asking and being told she was wrong, Gigi chose to keep her thoughts to herself.

Before she could say anything else, what Gigi assumed was the warning bell rang across the school grounds, and she immediately turned her attention back to the boy named Enrique. [color=B75EB3]“I have to go find my guide for this school thing, but I’m sure we’ll see each other around!”[/color] she told him, and had almost completely turned around before she added, [color=B75EB3]“It really was a pleasure to meet you, Enrique. Bye!”[/color]

With one last little wave, the energetic Giselle nearly skipped towards the decrepit building, leaving a trail of sunshine in her wake.[/indent][/indent][/color]