JennaThoreau23
"Hey Tanya, I'm taking a break." Maya called over her shoulder just as the front door swung open. She turned to look and was frozen in her tracks. Here, in downtown Knoxville, in an old dive bar, walked in the most polished and perfect woman she had ever seen. The click of her shoes rang sharp against the weather tile as she strutted- those were patent leather Manolo Blahniks, Maya could spot them anywhere. Probably because they ran a cool $950. Her long legs were perfectly tan, like she had just vacationed in Ibiza for two weeks, and ran long up to a short black mini skirt- clearly designer. Everything she wore was black and met with stark contrast to her platinum blonde bob that lay silkily on her head and ended abruptly above her shoulders. Her infallible appearance and unlikeliness to be at a bar like SmokeStack though was not what made Maya do a double take.
This woman had the same face as Maya.