"She looks familiar, I think I know her."
Bianca tried her best to see as much of the woman as she could in the dim light, she squinted her eyes, stretched out her neck to glance over the driver's seat so she's as close to the windscreen as possible. But the tall woman quickly got into a taxi before she could scrutinize her long enough to come any close to recognising her - she only got a glimpse of her long legs and short hair, other than that, she couldn't place much of a physical description on her.
It was daunting that she couldn't pick out a name from a list of her father's past girlfriends, because she was similar to all of them, they were all similar in build; way taller than her, small bust, not much meat on the bone in general, the typical supermodel figure. They were al
