Alina pov
New York city had always been on my bucket list– a dream wrapped in chaotic roads, and the endless crossroads. The city where the billboard was the talk of the town, crawling in the sky. I wanted to visit for a long time but after my dad passed away we didn't go for a single trip.
At night I couldn't sleep all along, as it was my first trip to the places of my dreams and we have a flight to board the next day. I packed all my clothes, talked endlessly with my friends who were happy to know that I could spend some moments with the man of my wet dreams. I was blushing hard, thinking about it.
The next morning, I didn’t need an alarm clock—or my mother’s voice cutting through sleep—I was already awake, long before the sun. I quickly took a warm shower and went downstairs. My m
