Since "Falling for Madison" is likely a title for a creative writing assignment, a romance story, or a personal narrative, I have written this as a model creative essay.
When we pulled apart, she was smiling. That crooked, devastating smile.
"Hey, you must be Emily," he said, standing up to greet me. "It's great to finally meet you."
Madison was a paradox. She had the sharp tongue of someone who’d been hurt before and built armor out of sarcasm, but her hands were gentle. She carried a battered notebook everywhere, filled with fragments of poems she’d never let me read. She laughed too loud at her own jokes and cried during commercials about rescue dogs. She was chaos in a cardigan, and I was absolutely, irrevocably gone for her.