STACY
“I never knew you love Fleetwood Mac,” I commented in scepticism while I pierced my smoked salmon with a fork. Calum smiled so hard upon the sound of their song Rhiannon crooning through the speakers. It was a fine night, I felt like a new person. I, my mom and Calum’s mother-Farah went out to pamper ourselves; well actually it was supposed to be my mom and Farah only but they decided to tag me along so my hair now is strawberry blonde and shorter with my nails all done perfectly. It was an expensive salon but they didn’t mind, they like me here and I never felt so home and so welcomed. We were in the rooftop of a restaurant which gave an overlooking view of the city, it was romantic enough but the hippie mood Fleetwood Mac’s song was giving, somewhat made the vibe a lot cooler.
