Dark lustrous black hair framed a strong, defined face and pink soft lips were curved into a smirk.
"My my what do we have here?" His voice as smooth as his caramel skin held a mocking lilt.
When Klara didn't reply or move he arched one dark brow.
"Do you find it comfortable sitting on the floor?" He asked.
"Huh? Oh... no..." Her face burned with embarrassment as she got up and adjusted her dress.
Why was she acting like this? Irritated with herself she looked at the man in front of her. Good lord, he was enticing, a feast to the eyes. She guessed that he might be from the tropics because of his tanned skin and exotic looks.
"You seemed to be in hurry?" He spoke.
Yes right, she forgot. She was running from a snake. A snake? Klara looked behind her. Luckily the snake hadn't followed her.
"There was...a... a snake...in there," Klara said pointing.
The man chuckled. "It's harmless."
