He was an extrovert--fun, outgoing and radiated confidence. He had innumerable friends, who adored him, and hundreds of girls chasing after him.
He was tall, handsome with mesmerizing green eyes, and a beautiful dimpled smile. His hair was curly and resembled the color of ebony.
He didn't care of all those things; he liked the attention but he knew it was only because of his looks. Nobody knew the real him.
He believed in love and its magic, but every time he was with the prettiest of the girls, he didn't find anything charming about their flapper dresses and headbands--the most popular fashion at the time.
He was attracted to intelligent and shy girls--girls who weren't the cliché of the society.
He longed for someone who would actually be interested in his soul, and not just his apperance.
And, as his group of friends talked, his eyes fell on her.
