At the table next to me was a girl, but not an ordinary girl.
The weather was so hot, so burning, that she almost didn’t wear any clothes.
Her hair, resembling the autumn colours.
A ring pierced through her nose, making it clear she wasn’t to be messed with.
She had a helmet with her, but no motorcycle in sight.
In my mind she was riding a scrambler to campus, but instead of driving it all the way there, she would leave it outside of campus,
because deep inside she wanted to be just a normal, typical Texan girl.