Natalia Romani drove the pink Chevrolet with ease and confidence. As usual she looked hot in her summer , halter top pink dress that exposed her shapely legs to advantage. A man would look at her and drool at the sight. She's a beauty which I will never be.
Sitting next to her, I wondered what made me agree to go with her. Perhaps it was the grave expression on her face that pushed me to go inside the car and allow her to lead me to a place where we could sit and talk.
When she first emerged out of the pink Chevrolet, I subconsciously expected her to look at me with daggers in her eyes, then sputter words sharp enough to penetrate my protective walls. My expectations failed me, her actions weren't even close to what I have in mind.
Natalia Romani had come to me, as soft-spoken and humble as a saint, begging me to give her some of my time so we could talk. She almost agreed to go with her in seconds.