Bald people
“It’s fresh!” She said, looking at his baldy head.
At this cafeteria, out of twenty-something males, she spotted on this guy who sat on the corner of the booth. It had been some years since she hung out with another bald head person.
She laid her eyes on his muscular arm. The red dragon tattoo that on top of his shoulder practically made her scream inside her head. Despite the engine of the air conditioning was running rapidly like a rat tunneling for food, he merely wore a tank top for it.
It was his head made everything cooler. She was sickening of all the bowtie with suit and frozenly solidified hair people. Especially those were working in her office, whom lack of responsibility in their busy schedules as well as coming up with the canny explanation in their every god damn excuses.
The guy in the presence of her vision, on the other hand, was a passionate, adventurous, romantic type of person. At least that was what she thought. She trusted her guts, her guy judgment from various ex-boyfriends’ lessons.
As she was enjoying the ‘meat’ in front of her, she utterly forgot to read the menu on her hands. A waiter came by her table and politely ask, ‘Bald people are hot, aren’t they? Particularly that type?’