Now, she turned her head to look at him as if she noticed him for the first time and she was staring at him past her narrow, upturned nose. Her hair was a deep and dark flame swirling in the breeze of the wind around her porcelain complexion. She took a long drag from the cigarette between her exquisitely painted, gold adorned fingers before she extinguished it.
Her outfit showed the same type of composure. A black blazer and a sleek, tight, black and high-waisted skirt with a high slit up both sides, showing off her small waist and wide set hips. Black, pointed heels and a ruffled green blouse that matched her eyes and showed just enough cleavage. But it was her eyes that caught his attention the most. Her eyeliner was as sharp as her cheekbones and her smoky eye shadow brought out the color of her green eyes. Not just any shade of green but the color of raw emeralds. Starless, frigid, and seeing right through him.
