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I watched my girl walk into biddies, scanning the Saturday crowd until her gaze landed upon me. I watched as she walked over to the booth where i was sat with our mates, in her low rise jeans, hips swaying with confidence, like always. “Nice hoodie” she spoke as she stopped infront of the booth, not sitting down yet. Her hands stayed planted on her hips, as she stopped. “Nice legs” i replied, looking her up and down, eyes going straight past her low cut backless top, and lingering on her tight fitting, low rise ralph lauren jeans, the dark blue ones, bootcut, fit her just right, that she knew were my favourite. “Im wearing jeans tonight joe…” she said before she finally took the seat beside me, too close for comfort as i felt her knee brush mine under the circular table. “Not in my head…” i whispered back, my palm meeting her jean clad thigh. .. …