Jose was a bright young man of just 23 and was beaming with youthful ambition. Finishing top of his class at a top university in his field, his academic prowess could not be denied. It shocked no one when he was quickly snatched up by one of the top mechanical engineering firms in the country on a very enviable starting salary.
He was never an anti-social young man. Jose had many friends all throughout university that he would meet with and tutor regularly. Public speaking or anything that involved being put on a pedestal did terrify him. Despite his large intellect, he remained humble. Jose’s physical attributes ensured that.
Standing at six foot six, his height was that every girl dreamed of. His face was boyish but was starting to show the mature stylings of an attractive man with a square jaw. Brown hair naturally curled on his head that reached down to his eyebrows in a cute mop. Brown eyes, bright with intelligence, analyzed the world while his skin looked naturally sun kissed during winter.
While tall and possessing handsome features, he lacked any real muscle definition. In his arms, one could easily identify his humerus, ulna, and radius. The same applied to his legs. His ribs were not visible, but not for the reason he would have liked. Years of study and very poor diet produced a gut that did not appear to be slowing down in its growth.
With the signing bonus from his new job, young Jose was able to make the downpayment on a small townhouse in the ‘cheaper’ part of town. The demands of such a high skill job and the pressure to prove himself immediately made the move in process very slow. After six months, he was still living out of boxes. As luck would have it, he finally had a free weekend to try catching up.
Pressing the phone between his head and shoulder, Jose talked while building his bedframe. “I know, I know. It’s been months since we hung out, but this is my first weekend and I’m tired of living out of boxes. Plus, how am I supposed to bring a date home when I sleep on a bare mattress on the floor?” He tightened the last bolt and stood up. “Meet up tonight? I’ll think about it. Can’t make any promises though, I’ll likely be exhausted. Let me know when the next time comes, ok?”
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