Not too far away was a guy in a jeans jacket and jeans, watching her as he did on many nights. He liked what he saw in the girl. Young and beautiful. He was trying to get enough nerve to talk to her but hasn't been able to do so yet. Maybe tonight would be the night.<br/>He use a comb to comb his shoulder length brown hair and was about to speak when the wind blew up around him. A newspaper flew up into his face startling him into crying out loud in surprise. He tried to pull the paper away and fold it up so he could throw it in the nearby trash can. The wind seemed to be laughing at him because every time he thought that he had the newspaper in the trashcan, it blew right out again.