NOVA
"H – hi." I stutter, feeling a bit terrified. It's not logical to feel this way when all she's doing is standing inches away and giving me some sick, icy look.
Subconsciously, I move back in the water, putting as much distance as I can between us.
She squats. Her stilettos are like six inches tall but she can gracefully squat with them. What is she? Some model?
Her blue tailored suit screams Southern! Neatly packed ponytail with a few curls dangling on her face gives a definite, firm, and stoic edge to her outfit.
Blue leather gloves grace her hands and there's a ring around her pointer finger. She's a vigorous mixture of Southern elegance and Western thug-like look.
And she oddly looks familiar. Like I've seen her somewhere. But I just can't place a finger on it.
"Hello," s
