Dera walked gracefully into the hotel's coffee shop, wearing an elegant white gown. There was something about the way she walked that spoke volumes of how at ease she was with her body. Surely she was proud of her model-like body but it was something more than that — she was confident about herself.
As a gentleman, John rose to his feet, as he saw Dera approaching. He stared at her, awestruck by her beauty. Suddenly conscious of his own attire, he began to adjust his white shirt [unbuttoned from the collar down to the second button], tucking it properly into his black trouser. He rubbed his thumb against his Hermés cufflinks [more out of habit than necessity this time], as he walked over to help Dera settle into her seat.
"Please" he offered, holding back her seat for her. "I'm glad you
