She had bangles on her wrists, dozens of them on each arm. The collided every time she moved, so that she had this sort of jingling chorus following her wherever she went.
She sang a song about yellow skies and teenage love, about starry days and sunny nights. He could have sworn that she was singing it just for him.
Her long dark curls framed her heart-shaped face and her big, almond eyes sparkled blue and innocent.
He watched her for hours and she smiled at him as she danced, hinting of steamy nights and broken hearts.
He fell for her, hard, but he could never quite catch that elusive kiss.
He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything else before, and she enjoyed teasing him so.
So he joined the jingling chorus, and followed her wherever she went.