Fidel Isaac was quite an attractive human being. There was nothing particularly special about his unbelievably fluffy afro and flawless bronze skin, but with his lopsided smiles, intricate tattoos, limping leg and polo shirts; overall it made a quite charming appearance and character.
Ophelia had acknowledged this the second time they met. He was just like your friendly boy next door, but with cool tattoos and a gaze that seemed to always linger on the little details people didn't usually notice in well... Everything.
"Hello person, what brings you to my house?" Ophelia greeted, walking up to him with her hands on her hips. There wasn't any foreign car in the driveway, save for a bicycle discarded by the entrance of the garden.
"Wow... I brought pie. Where from? You look amazing." He sa
