Her long hair was strawberry blond, her eyes... I think they were a pair of light blue. She stood there, squirming and felt uneasy standing before me. I look at her from head to toe and she was simple. She was wearing a dirty coveralls with hand prints on it, a tank top beneath and a pair of dirty white Converse shoes.
Fuck she's simply beautiful. Dirty beautiful, I must say.
"You are?" I ask her.
"My name's Thea Thibault. I'm from Lure Magazine, sir. I hope I can at least have a little amount of minutes from your busy schedule."
I recover myself from being fascinated by her and shake my head from it.
"You could've at least worn something appropriate for this interview." I tell her.
She gapes and stares at herself.
"Have a seat Miss Thibault." I instructed.
She sheepishly walked to the chair across my desk and bites her lower lip as she stares at her fingers.