Today was Adrian's birthday, and he wanted to celebrate at some club. I don't know why, because he can't dance a s**t. And me neither. But, anyway, it's Adrian, and I always second all his foolishness. This time, I was taking Salomé with me. And here I was, leaning against Morgan's old truck in front of her house as she made me wait, as is her habit.
I was looking at the time when I heard footsteps walking to that door... Salomé walked out wearing a small, shiny, golden dress that braced her curvy silhouette perfectly. Open and pointy high heels with cute colored spikes, and her hair that was straightened and pulled up in a high ponytail, just like the time we met at that party months ago... She looked radiant.
"Sorry to make you wait," She said, walking to me.
"Damn, babe, I would say
