Bittersweet Memories
Maurice's POV,
Seven years ago,
“Hey… I'm Serena,” her expression plus her voice can tell a lot about her bubbly nature. But more than that, she was the first person on the staff to approach me in a conversation. I just feel less lonely. “You are new, aren’t you?” I nodded, wiping with white cotton fabric the gold rim to shine up the champagne glass and silverware. Oh, they were silver and golden. It was a task for amateurs, like me.
Her eyes glistened as she looked at my face, she was short and curvy and her voice deep. Her tanned skin sparkled under the halogen lamps on the counter, reminding me of a summer holiday on a beach. I wonder what products she uses to have that plump on her cheekbones and spark on her skin. “And are you?”
Oh! I shouldn’t stare at her.
