Jasmine and Abdul

Jasmine stood like an Egyptian goddess, with her beige skin, slim nose, sharpie black eyebrows and sandy brown cat shaped eyes. The curly locks that hung from her hair had covered her from the waist down. Her pale-yellow floor length gown truly set the tone topped with a bold lip lining her heart shaped pouty lips.

It is evening and Jasmine is searching for Abdul. She begins to roam around the outdoor French Gardens. She walked under the lime green French arbors that led her to Abdul.

“I was looking for you.” She said.

Abdul wore a light pink suit with black slip-ons and of course with the Versace logo on both of them. His sea blue, almond eyes and copper colored skin is what made him every woman’s dream man, plus he’s 6’3.

“I’ve just been here.”

“Doing what?” Jasmine asked.

“I’ve looked for the perfect flower to ignite my imagination so I can go and paint about Melissa.”

“Abdul, you always do this.”

“Do what?” He said, turning his whole-body facing Jasmine’s.

“You always find the weirdest things to give you motivation for your paintings.”

“What’s your point Jasmine? I loved her with all my heart, and maybe if she saw what I painted for her, she’d come back to me.”

“You are the most annoying person ever Abdul. She is not coming back; she left it alone and so should you.”

“Do you want a flower, Jasmine. Is that it?”

“No, and stop assuming what I want or need. It's really pissing me off. She said with her face slightly red and the veins on her neck visible.

“Here is a flower JASMINE!” He handed her a pink tip frosted Peony that smelled like cinnamon.

She reluctantly put her hand out and took the Peony from his hand. Jasmine had a slight and warm smirk while staring into Abdul’s eyes.

“I forgive you Abdul.” She said as she opened her arms out to him.

“Not now Jasmine, not ever.” Abdul walked away from Jasmine, leaving her in the French Gardens.