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  • It's a stressful night yet so exciting, so fun. I have been waiting for this movie for four years, and the movie theatre was buzzing with energy. Someone told me about him. The Boy-Who-Looks-Like-Tony-Stark. "I'm Thor-Girl. I don't care about The-Boy-Who-Looks-Like-Tony-Stark," I think to myself. That is until I see him. That night I was supposed to make sure the boy who I used to crush on and his ex wouldn't get in trouble. That night I was supposed to take care of my friends. It's all forgotten when I lay my eyes on The-Boy-Who-Lookes-Like-Tony-Stark. There's something about him. Maybe it's the way he stands; maybe it's the way his body is so proportional. Maybe it's the way he smiles at everyone who asks for his picture...but somehow, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was the perfect boy, an ideal physical match to him. His hair is so dark, his eyes twinkle, and his brows are masculine and defining. Can't talking about him to my best friend. She encourages for me to give him my number. I refuse. Someone so beautiful had no business with me. Somehow, fate's on my side, and my friends ask for a picture. Unable to help myself, I joke. "You don't have a Thor," I say. He looks at me and says, "No, I suppose not." "Maybe I can be your Thor?" He looks unsure of himself but he chuckles, "Sure." I go back to my theatre, almost in a daze. I sit and think and let things sink. Perhaps I should give him my number. Perhaps the worst thing he could do is not call. Gathering my courage, I scribble my number with shaky hands, feeling so nervous I can't keep the pen straight. My best friend volunteers to be my support. We leave the theatre. We see the guy and suddenly my feet want to run the other direction. I wave. I wave a little too big and say hi.

    "Hello," he says.

    I extend my hand with my phone number on it. "Since we're part of the same team...I think we should have each other's numbers."

    I brace myself for the worst. For him to laugh . For him to tell me off. He smiles. I'm taken aback. He smiles at me like no one ever has done before. A smile so big, I can't help but smile back. Maybe just maybe he'll call. He asks me for my name. I asks for his.

    He tells me his name. It starts with a K. Hey, K. I shake his hand and go back to my theatre. I almost want to run. And cheer. And cry.

    A beautiful creature now has my number. At first, I felt it was lust at first sight...but in retrospect, I believe it was love at first sight. Sweet and tender.

    But alas, this story doesn't end here.
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