Lionel stood by the pillar and watched the lonely figure sitting comfortably on the couch by the railing, with a glass of wine. At first, he was intrigued to meet the woman who hooked Leander's heart.
But he fell in her pull.
He rarely feels this way about a woman. Beautiful, innocent, sassy, confident, artistic, intelligent, smart, dramatic… he's met all sorts of women. But this one…
As the gentle breeze caressed her face, she turned her face. Closing her eyes, she fixed her hair which wanted to dance to the tune of the breeze. He cursed the breeze for denying him access to her alluring eyes. A bunch of hair was sticking to her lips that were glistening with wine and as she fixed it behind her ear, he found himself getting pulled along, close to her.
"Ciao, Bellissima!"
