Bruce
Barry would work on my disguise in due time while I waited for Miguel to return. He arrived the next day with a woman standing behind him. To say she looked interesting would be an understatement. Her skin was so pale, in sharp contrast to her inky black hair, which only made her complexion appear even paler. She had tattoos behind her ear and possibly on the back of her neck. But what really stood out were her eyes. They were a pale blue, striking against her skin and hair, just like her dark pink lips.
"She’s pretty," was an understatement, but when she opened her mouth to talk, I hardly registered her words. It was the texture of her voice, raspy and smooth, the kind of sound any man would want whispered in his ear. She smirked, walking closer to me.
"You're a pretty one too,"
