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Orange. She was wearing orange. I don't think I would have truly noticed her if she hadn't worn that orange dress. I hate the color orange. Don't get me wrong, I love a tall glass of orange juice and I enjoy eating oranges. I just can't stand the color. So when I drink the juice, I just pretend I don't notice the color. Overlook the undesirable aspects in order to enjoy the more enjoyable parts.

In a way, I think it was good that she was wearing the deep orange colored dress. The fact that the color turned me off forced me to find a different place to look while she talked. So of course I checked out her legs. Nice legs. Not stick skinny but toned. I made the mistake of looking back up, damn that orange dress again. Quickly I looked up and that's when I noticed her face. If I had to define the moment, it would be one where the music goes slow, you can hear the pounding of your heart and know that it's picking up speed, and there would be a fade away where nothing existed except you and the other person.

There was inky shoulder length black hair, dark brown eyes, a set of full lips that were turned down in the corners as she worked it a mile a minute talking about the yearbook. She's pretty, but not remarkable. But in that moment I knew I wanted to get to know her better. Decisively, I tuned back into the conversation she was having with my lunch companions.

"I really wish you would just make an appointment with me so I can take your picture for yearbook."

"Look I'm not interested…" Vince replied, his voice taking on an edge but she cut him off.

"You're the only one without their picture and I want to boast one hundred percent participation this year."

"I'm not doing it," Vince retorted, the edge getting sharper.

"If you don't make an appointment, then I'll be forced to take it while you're unawares. You won't like it," she said, voice getting lower with a hint of steel behind it. Damn. I thought she would back down.

"I'd like to see you try cutie." Apparently so did Vince. That's why the quick camera flash caught us so unawares. Before either of us could figure out what was going on, she had already stalked away.

"Damn," Dom drawled causing him and me to burst out laughing. Vince grimaced as if caught between shock, awe, and anger.

"Shut up, Dom!" Vince had settled on anger. Trying to avoid a blow up, I curbed my laughter into a broad grin and changed the subject to the latest issue of Import Tuner. Conversation turned to cars and I took a chance to look around. Three tables down I saw her orange dress again. Carefully I gave her a sideway glance to watch her interact with her friends, her smile causing me to grin again. In that moment I knew that I wanted to date her, orange dress or not.