So there's this guy (it always starts that way) and he is the kitchen manager. He also happens to be beautiful. He's about six inches taller than me, has brown hair, and brown eyes. His build is medium, he's got darker skin, big lips, and white teeth. Gorgeous- but not in that "I just spent five hours preparing for a photoshoot" kind of way, but in the "Hey I could throw on a tux and take you to dinner or put on khakis and go hiking with you" way. It always looks like he just came out of the shower. Out of ten, I give him a 9.8. But if you're going to give someone a 9.8, you might as well give him or her a ten. So, I'm giving him a ten. He's a ten.
Not only is Ten good looking, but he's kind, shy, and has a good work ethic. He's also got a bit of "bad boy" in there somewhere because he once came to work with a black eye. I didn't ask him about it. In fact I didn't even talk to him. This was nothing new though, I didn't talk to him for the first three months of working together. Not a peep nor a hello. He is way too good looking for me. Way too intimidating and definitely out of my league.
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