She smelt like tabacco and coffee, often with a hint of oil.
He assumed the metallic scent was from her motorcycle, which roared down the street.
She seemed to appear almost everywhere, always sipping a cup of caffeine.
Every time they met, she would raise an eyebrow at him before returning to her drink.
He wondered if she tasted like coffee too.
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RomansaShe was broken. But she was beautiful. He was damaged. But he loved her. ~ rankings ~ #43 in Grunge
