Casey and I had been friends for close to a year. We had initially met in the context of flirting, despite the fact that I later discovered she had a boyfriend. Nothing really came of it and I realized that she gets off on attention. She liked to bring new people into the friend group and flirt with them, like some kind of game or conquest. Once they gave her what she wanted she’d move on pretty quick.
Despite that, Casey was a fun person to be around. If she wanted to she could make you feel like the most important person in the room. It also didn’t hurt that she looked like a model: tall, lean, classy tattoos, piercing blue eyes and a delicately chiseled jaw. But that was all runner up, the real prize was her lips. She had by far the most divine, luscious lips, perfectly shaped. The way her pouty lips rested on her gorgeous face, if I hadn’t known her I could imagine her speaking french: tongue and lips dancing around her smoky voice.