hella

It was her third date with the guy. He had good energy, but was a bit young and a bit of a bro. To seal the deal he ended the date by telling her she was “Hella pretty”. gg.

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These past few months she'd felt it start,
This little change within her heart.
It started as a joke you see,
Some fun with words, tomfoolery.
But inevitably, like Washington rain,
It burrowed deep within her brain.
So here she was, three dates in,
With this hip young dude and his big fat grin.
It'd been going well up to this point,
They'd shared a beer, smoked a joint.
He took her hands, one in each,
"I hope that I don't overreach,"
"But this whole night's been swag extreme."
"You're a baller, kickass, chillin' dream."
"And if I can yolo, just this once,"
"- Here feel my heart, its dubstep 'unce' -"
"I have one thing I need to say,"
He breathed out and looked away,
"I don't know how this will go,"
"I think you're hella pretty though."
And in that moment, in her mind,
She felt the change, and felt resigned.
She rolled her eyes up in her head, with secret deep delight,
She slowly sighed, looked ahead, and simply whispered "tight."