A pair of elegant long gloves matching the color of my outfit. A pair of silver heeled shoes just to break the monotony of color. My hair, curled at the edges, flowing over my shoulders. Accessories here and there (fake ones, though, I couldn’t afford real jewelry). I was ...
I was at the parking area, on my way home, when a really loud roar screamed behind me. Instinctively, I darted towards the sidewalk, fearing for my life. A sleek black Ducati motorbike sped towards my direction and abruptly stopped beside me. Its rider was wearing a ...