Who was her?

Rico sat beside her. His huge frame covered her shadow, the moonlight falling upon his strong fat figure. He was robust, strong arms and a broad physique. The black night dyed his gingered hair auburn, covered by a hat with a fishtail braid stuck out from behind.

He lifted his large hands up, stroking his extended goatee perhaps the only reason he hadn't taken them down.

* Your display of power was truly intense. Perhaps no one knew why you did what you did, but it would still stick out as a sour thumb, an opposition against the parole. *

Asher scoffed.

* I know you're not happy with him-- *

* I'm not happy. I won't be! * Asher said, the anger she felt hours ago surging back into her bones.

* Look nuts, I think you should put it behind you. And look forward to a new possibility here.* Rico advised.

* A new possibility,.. *