[Bianca]
I exited the building shortly after our conversation. While strolling past the parking lot, I heard someone—a woman to be specific, call out:
"Hey!"
The voice was familiar so I spun around. To my surprise, it was the same woman I'd accidentally bumped into outside Dante's house the other night. This time, I got a better look.
Around 5'10, maybe taller with the boots. Curvy. Broad-hipped and broad-shouldered, with rich brown skin. She wore a simple olive coat, and under it, a dark dress that hit just below her knees.
"Hey," I returned, trying to sound as polite as I could. After all, we didn't even know each other's names.
Nice to meet you,” she said, a little breathless. “Bella Dawson.” Then she smiled, revealing a set of perfectly aligned teeth. "Sorry to bother you, but wo
