...the music can be heard from around the corner. Wolfgang Amadeus Pheonix. She quickens the pace on the suede booties; throwing a little skip in for excitement.
The glittery, yellow luminescence illuminates the curb side. In she steps with a flick of the hair and a sly of the smile. Candy stripped straws flit in and out of the overpriced mineral waters. Her burgundy nails wrap around one.
...people seem to throw ever so slight; albeit not missed, glances in her general direction. She starts to wonder...but is interrupted by a hand sliding around her waist.
...and he is there by her side. Smile. ...Now they stare in awe.
- Kaleidoscope Eyes
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