❝ this way. ❞
nodding to the right, the blonde turns on
his heel to make his way outside into the
warm summer night. leaning back against the
stone, Jim allowed his eyes to wander across
her curvy frame. she was quite - - beautiful.❝ want one? ❞
he brandishes a cigarette as he speaks.
Barbie follows ; batting her full, dark eyelashes
as they step outside —— brushing the soft pads
of her fingers along the material of the balcony;
collecting faint dirt. Her gaze falls from the moon
illuminating above – to the man she just met, following
his question with a shake of her head.
❝ No, thank you, dear. ❞
She leans against the frame, hands posed over the ledge.
Taking in full advantage of the view, the blonde leans in closer.
❝ Where are you from, Jim? ❞