In the plaza, a young lady stood by the post displaying the current time.
She casually leaned against the post, flipping through a small book. Absorbed in her reading, she didn't notice the attention she drew from the passersby.
The plaza clock was a common meeting place, crowded with couples and friends who had made weekend plans.
She wore a small red cap, a black shirt printed with the words "I Love 13," and a pair of rugged jeans. Clearly, her outfit wasn't something typically meant for girls.
It was the kind of getup boys her age would wear.
But that did nothing to obscure her undeniable beauty. She was so beautiful that anyone who looked her way found it difficult to look away.
Even some of the girls waiting for their dates couldn't help but question themselves for a moment, confused if they were really straight or not.
