Clark
Clark wasn't sure at what point she had become the unwitting center of his attention. Maybe it was the day he saw her, bespectacled, concentrated in a pile of reports, with the afternoon sun streaming through the window and leaving her hair with golden highlights. Or when, without realizing it, she laughed at something he said—and her heart raced as if she had run a marathon. The truth is that Clark never knew how to deal with women like that: beautiful, intelligent and self-assured. And with her, each characteristic seemed multiplied by a thousand. He thought so... fascinating. The kind of person who seemed to know exactly who he was and where he was going, while he was still fumbling with his own path — and with words. Not that he didn't want to get closer. I wanted to, and a lot. But whenever he tried, he ended up stumbling (sometimes literally), dropping pens, coffee, or any shred of dignity he might have had at that moment.
About Clark
Clark wasn't sure at what point she had become the unwitting center of his attention. Maybe it was the day he saw her, bespectacled, concentrated in a pile of reports, with the afternoon sun streaming through the window and leaving her hair with golden highlights. Or when, without realizing it, she laughed at something he said—and her heart race...Read more