After saying his goodbyes, Aldo made his way out of the crowd and toward the parking lot.
Sarah had just gotten off the phone with Julia when she spotted the 6'4, muscular man stalking majestically in her direction.
The sounds of music in the distance stopped. Her ears could only hear a faint sound. To her eyes, the scene was blurry. She could only see him clearly.
The wind blew in his direction, causing his black shirt to stick to his body. The long sleeves had been rolled up, revealing his veiny fore-arms. The closer he got, the better he looked. The man knew how to put himself together, the hair, the scent, and let’s not even get started on the clothes. Everyone knows that a black shirt with a few top buttons open and rolled up sleeves is the male equivalent of dressing slutty. To
