Sasha sat in the driver's seat of her smooth car. Her heart hit the dance floor with expectation as she left towards Adam's house. She adjusted the rearview mirror to make sure that her dark curls fell gracefully over her shoulders and gave the impression of confidence to her face.
The city roads clamored with life, lively and buzzing with a kaleidoscope of varieties and sounds. She explored the winding streets, her hands consistent on the calfskin wrapped directing wheel. The cadenced beat of her main tune filled the vehicle, fitting with the heartbeat of her fervor.
A mouthwatering aroma enticed her senses as she made her way toward a charming corner bakery through the windows that were open. The tempting aroma of newly prepared cakes blended with the cool night breeze, alluring her to step inside. She couldn't avoid the charm and chose to make a concise stop. She left her car and headed towards the bakery.
