Anya Britto
Bio
Living in NYC, trying to make my dreams come true one day at a time.
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Stories (3/0)
Mr.Avalon
I met a mysterious, tall, dark, gorgeous man purely by chance. One night out on the town with my gal pal, a man caught my friends eye sitting in a classic 1987 black Carrera Porsche. He stared at me, rolled down his window, then my friend yelled out, “Hi!” He replied “Hey” then she said to me, “ask for his number,” I drunkenly yelled out, “what’s your number?” After a few flirtatious texts for a couple of weeks, we decided to meet up at the iconic fountain at Central Park. He approached me with such grace and two coffees in his hands as well as a small black notebook sticking out of his back pocket. “I normally don’t ask for random guys numbers that I didn’t even truly meet, let alone not step out of the car, by the way. Although, I don’t regret it,” I said. Then he said, “Don’t worry, you wont regret meeting me.”
By Anya Britto3 years ago in Humans
Mr. Avalon
I met a mysterious, tall, dark, gorgeous man purely by chance. One night out on the town with my gal pal, a man caught my friend's eye sitting in a classic 1987 black Carrera Porsche. He stared at me, rolled down his window, then my friend yelled out, “Hi!” He replied “Hey” then she said to me, “ask for his number,” I drunkenly yelled out, “what’s your number?” After a few flirtatious texts for a couple of weeks, we decided to meet up at the iconic fountain at Central Park. He approached me with such grace and two coffees in his hands as well as a small black notebook sticking out of his back pocket. “I normally don’t ask for random guys numbers that I didn’t even truly meet, let alone not step out of the car, by the way. Although, I don’t regret it,” I said. Then he said, “Don’t worry, you won't regret meeting me.”
By Anya Britto3 years ago in Humans
