Not ordering anything I just sat there waiting for Hueson. But even after half an hour he didn't showed up. My stomach started grumbling with insufficient food inside it. Sighing heavily I reached my back pocket to take out the wallet.
But nothing caught my bare hands. Furrowing my brows I came to my stances and wandered my gaze around the table. After searching for around five minutes I gave up and sat believing that I might have left it while paying the cab.
"Trouble in hell Heartfelia?" A drawn voice made me roll my eyes in sheer annoyance.
"You are late." I stated meeting his gaze, whose gaze roamed all over my form shamelessly absorbing each of my clothing. And in an instinct I turned around showing him my back.
"Rojo me enciende." Were his next words in spanish. Words that I couldn't understand a bit. The only word that was graspable was red.
[ Red turns me on].
