There was a slight cool breeze that roamed over Oakley’s skin. The corner of the papers in Oakley’s book slightly lifting as the wind scoops it up , her fingers brushing over the page under the letters as her eyes scan the sentences. The sun beams shining onto the white pages , making it reflect in a sharp bright white , almost hurting her eyes if she didn’t blink a few times or look up once in a while , watching people walking down the streets on their way to work , taking a jog or walking around , roaming the quiet morning street. “Good morning.” A male voice said and Oakley lifted her gaze to a blonde waiter , his hair combed over to the left. He has tanned skin , pearly white teeth as he smiled at her with honey brown eyes which sparkle in the light. “Good morning” Oakley says , smilin
