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Samuel had only been gone for a few moments when a girl tripped on a cushion laying on the floor and literally fell into Roman's lap.
"Oh shit, sorry," she giggled, standing up. Roman's eyes, which were widened with surprise at having a human fall onto him, moved up her body and to her face. She was an exceptionally beautiful girl; she had creamy white skin and long blonde hair -- hair so long that it brushed against her hips. She had classically beautiful features and chocolate brown eyes.
Roman also couldn't help but notice that she had a glorious body also. Slender limbs and soft curves. She wore a millennial pink bralette and a black leather skirt with strappy white heels.
She was gorgeous. But she wasn't Samuel.
Despite her not being his boyfriend, Roman was unable not to appreciate how gorgeous she was -- that didn't mean he wanted her, or that he was interested. It was just natural to notice attractive people. The girl seemed to be doing the same thing; her eyes wandered over Roman's features, the clothes he wore and the effortless way he carried his body that indicated that even though he wasn't built, he was very confident with himself.
The girl sat down beside him.
"Hey, I'm Elissa," she said sweetly, brushing her hair out of her face.
Roman immediately realised what she wanted. Him. "I'm Roman," he said politely. He was going to find a way to let her down easy, because he wasn't an asshole, and didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"I'm the sister of one of the guys on the team. Wyatt -- you know him?"
"Nah. I only know Elliot."
"Ooh, he's cute. You're cuter, though."
"Thanks." Roman shrugged. He wasn't flirting, but he wasn't hurting her feelings, either.
Elissa was very clearly flirting with him, though. She had crossed her legs and her skirt hiked up to reveal a decent portion of her thigh. She brushed her hair away from her face and smiled at him with her soft-looking lips. She also leaned forward so a large part of her chest was exposed due to the crop top she was wearing, about the same as one would see at a public swimming pool. Or on a lingerie advertisement. Roman made the conscious decision not to look there.