I soon found myself outside in a little courtyard overlooking the ocean. I found him standing against the rails with a mischievous look on his face. Like this was all some game he was playing with me.
“Took you long enough.”
I was puffed out by the time I got to where he was standing as I tried to catch my breath.
“Well, if you didn’t run so fast I might have gotten here sooner.”
“That’s just part of the fun, isn’t it?”
I stared at him and tried to figure out what exactly he was doing.
“What is?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if I wanted the answer, or the answer I had the feeling he was going to give me.
“The chase.”
I sighed.
“Nobody likes to be chased. At least not in these shoes,” I joked.

Autor: Jennifer Whitfield

I soon found myself outside in a little courtyard overlooking the ocean. I found him standing against the rails with a mischievous look on his face. Like this was all some game he was playing with me.<br />“Took you long enough.”<br />I was puffed out by the time I got to where he was standing as I tried to catch my breath.<br />“Well, if you didn’t run so fast I might have gotten here sooner.”<br />“That’s just part of the fun, isn’t it?”<br />I stared at him and tried to figure out what exactly he was doing.<br />“What is?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if I wanted the answer, or the answer I had the feeling he was going to give me.<br />“The chase.”<br />I sighed.<br />“Nobody likes to be chased. At least not in these shoes,” I joked. - Jennifer Whitfield


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