Sandro grimaced as he slid out of the blue convertible car. He pocketed his hands in the blue denim he donned and slipped them out again to caress his chin that was spotting a three-day-old beard.
He inhaled deeply and let it out slowly as his nostril flared. A floral fragrance wafted into his nose and he swirled, narrowing his eyes.
They stayed on a curvaceous leggy brunette. She donned a burnt orange metallic miniskirt that slid up each time she moved.
His eyes travelled to the belly ring she had which was barely covered by the floral crochet crop top she donned.
A bright smile adorned her oval face and she slid the aviator sunglasses she donned down her sharp straight nose.
"Fancy seeing you here." She said, Her voice was husky just like how he remembered it the last time he was in
