"Oscar is a somewhat familiar guy; the first time we communicated was by the flower bed on campus, and he sat down next to me and complimented me with a sleazy grin."
"Complimented you on what?" Left Garrison didn't understand.
Seeing this, Lorenzo couldn't help but smile and said slowly.
"You should've seen it, Left Garrison, how a young, delicate body walks past you in high heels, wearing a pure white dress that flutters in the wind, revealing sculpturally exquisite ankles, carrying a floral fragrance."
As Lorenzo described the scene, Left Garrison sketched it in his mind, momentarily at a loss for words.
Lorenzo laughed even louder, shaking his head with helplessness.
"Oscar said that this is his place for an energy boost. Seeing these young, beautiful kids, even the oldest heart would feel a jolt, filling with hope for the future. Actually, he just has an excess of male hormones; I've always suggested he see a doctor."
