Day 1
An hour later Precious is standing in
the doorway of Café Leon scanning the semi-crowded bar. Omar isn’t hard to
spot; at least six-foot-two he is head and shoulders above the crowd leaning
comfortably against the bar watching her.
Omar’s
eyes stop momentarily on the swell of her breasts in the deep V of her light
wool sweater then continue down to the curve of her hips in her black leggings.
Her lips are stained with the deep red lipstick Hope told her was perfect for
her chocolate complexion. A light dusting of gold eye shadow completes her
makeup, which is a lot for Precious. As she makes her way to the bar, Omar let
his gaze rest on her lips. The intensity of it makes Precious blush, but she
meets his eyes evenly.
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