The one

His voices inside his head wouldn’t shut up. The sight of the beautiful Amy Hamilton only made them screams louder. She was so beautiful with her long flowing sandy brown hair. Her big blue eyes the color of the mid-afternoon sky. Her scent was orgasmic; it smelled like kinky Hawaiian coconut milk. She had skin the color of brown sugar that glowed in the sunlight. She was a gift sent from above.
She was all he ever dreamed of. She was “the one.” The only one that made him nervous, happy, and excited all at the same time, just by her appearance. Only if she noticed him the way he noticed her. She never knew how deeply he felt about her.
They worked together at the bakery and today was the day that he was going to man up and ask her out. Nervously, as he walked over he pulled out a note that read, “Would you like to go out sometime?” Handing it to her as she looked up from her mirror. Her eyes skimmed over the note. She bit her lip and turned down her eyes, processing what she just had read; computing the outcomes, determing the probability of a happy out come. His hands become sweaty and the temperature of his body rises, as she quickly mouthed the word “no” and turned around biting her lip to walk away.