He was in an armless red polo shirt and a pair of brown shorts. Muscles rippled across every part of his body. He looked like a seasoned warrior with those cheekbones that have even grown so prominent and his nose, slightly obscured by his fuzzy thin black beard against his light skin. His hair, probably because of the wetness glinted under the face cap… his short sharp lips were so attractive and…. Franca pinched me slightly and I quickly gulped down the drink in my hand. “Oh! Now that’s more like my man!” Dafina said as he spotted him and she stood up proudly to kiss him on the lips…. I looked away…ĭamn it! Scarlet! Get it together! I screamed to myself in my head. While Dafina shifted for him to take a seat… I tried as much as possible not to look at him…it was best to pretend that I don’t know him or remember him but it was difficult…. “Oh.what is that, let me see….” She shouted and looking at what she was pointing at, I realized my clumsiness had made me drop the journal I had been holding and the sketch… my own personal sketch was out in the open.
