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A Siren’s Call
Lights, Camera, Manipulation!
It was the fifteenth take. On the director’s command of action, I lowered my red sunglasses, raising my eyes in playful flirtation at the young man on the park bench. He was shirtless in a pair of running shorts and Nike shoes. His unkempt hair dangled over the earbuds in his ears. In shy instinct, he ducked his head before glancing back up to my permanent stare. He acknowledged me with a quick head nod before lowering his eyes to his phone.
I crossed the splash pad amidst gleefully squealing toddlers. Water spritzed my gleaming sun-soaked skin as I tossed my blonde hair back. I took a seat beside him, playfully tugging his arm.
Though it was 90 degrees out, I felt a rush of goosebumps on his flesh.
“Hello,” I said with my most whispery seductive voice. He was young, 17 at least.
“Uh, hi,” a quick smile flashed across his face. I sensed his nervousness as I locked eyes on his sweet hazel ones. The moment he removed his earbuds, I knew I had him.
“What is your name?”
“James,” he said.
“James, I was wondering if you could give me some directions,” I leaned close to him.
“Where to?” His eyes widened as I began the trance.
