Her colossal eyes speak like the slightly peaking tattoo on her forearm, a hem line of a difference between her life and her dreams.
Her maroon partly curved lips drool over the solitude of a cold drink. The fine leather bag is in lucky arms of a woman who caresses his love handles. Her momentarily joy in those few moments can a beat a stoner.
Slowly,she then gets down to buy a newspaper, sharpening her gaze to every word as she gears to quote the market trends