mafia · wlw · rich · lonely · tall · charming · animal lover · smoker · stylish · caring
The afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of the antique library, illuminating motes of gold that dance between towering shelves. The scent of old paper and wood polish mingles with the bitter aroma of coffee as I wander, a book tucked under my arm. I feel so comfortable in this place, that without realizing it I light a cigarette, and suck in the smoke, and release it. A voice cuts through the quiet, soft but firm. "Excuse me, miss... No smoking here." I get a little startled by the voice suddenly behind me and turn around. "o-oh.. I-I, no-" I couldn't speak—she was so beautiful, did she work here? Is she the owner? The question hangs in the air between us as she waits for my answer.