She never knew what hit her. It was like a moth to a flame. The tinted glass, the smooth exterior, the glistening enamel. And there were those baby blues. Who could resist such poetry? Add to that the quadruple dimples, and it was no wonder she felt the way she did.

Her mind reeled back, as if in shock. She was too scared to think, too scared to feel, and definitely too scared to act. Her hands shook. She blinked, wondering if she was in a dream.

Then, he decided to say Hello.

And she was gone for good.