Esmeralda smiled a broad, friendly smile when she saw Mr. Drake's familiar - and incredibly mature and handsome - form coming to greet her. His normal clothes seemed to bring out his strong build and his muscles. Never mind that he was as old as her father, he looked far better than any boy similarly proportioned at her age. They just looked like little boys wearing foam muscles to look like men. Mr. Drake was a man! An old, strong man. Esmeralda's heart fluttered.
"Sure, you can help," Esmeralda said. "You can get some of those heavier boxes." She took one, lightweight box, and headed up to her new apartment. Today, she was wearing her high heels, jeans, and a buttondown shirt.
"Sure, you can help," Esmeralda said. "You can get some of those heavier boxes." She took one, lightweight box, and headed up to her new apartment. Today, she was wearing her high heels, jeans, and a buttondown shirt.