Even Calvin, Albert’s longtime friend, and others were struck dumb by the scene unfolding before their eyes.
Ask anyone in this city, and they’ll tell you just how much of a playboy Albert was.
The women by his side were as fleeting and brilliant as fireworks, yet none ever lasted more than a month.
He swapped girlfriends faster than most people change outfits.
But despite their closeness, none of them had ever kissed him.
It was like an unspoken rule.
Everyone took it for granted that Albert’s relationships were nothing more than acts, never driven by genuine emotion.
Situations like this were a dime a dozen, whether real or fabricated.
It was all part of the act, after all.
But this time, they could clearly sense something was different.
The tension left my mind a complete blan
