How I Met Jane
She was sitted the row opposite me. I noticed her after the bride and groom passed next to her after exchanging their vows. A lady with a white dress decorated with red and blue flowers all over. She caught my eye. A lady with class, dressed like a model, a face which the sun caused the sparkle on it, a natural dark skin and a cleavage which could cause the groom to think twice, African beauty. She almost kicked the bride out of position one in beauty contest by a landslide on that day. The susceptibility of me liking her was higher than the Eiffel Tower. My freight was how to start a conversation. I don’t want to go to her and start stammering. I was gathering my courage and braveness. Me; Hae, my name is Bond, James Bond. Technically I didn’t say that because I was still sitted in my sit like a dog with its tail between its legs. But how cool would that sound if that was my name and I said it to her. I once tried saying my name that way. Trust me, if your name is long, that ...