Vanilla and Cigars

I gripped my phone in my left hand, tapping my polished fingernails against the smooth screen. I glanced down at them. They were midnight black with glitter at the tips the color of clear ocean water. I did them that morning to match my outfit, a strapless cocktail dress made of a silky black fabric.

It shimmered the same color of my nail polish if the light hit it a certain way. My hazelnut hair fell in perfect curls on my olive shoulders and my soft, hazel eyes glanced around, waiting for him. My heels were too tall and my dress was too short; I was freezing outside in the cold.

Then a Black Ferrari pulled up along side me, carelessly blowing my hair into the wind. A small smirk played on my lips as he rolled down the window, staring intently at me.

I walked towards his car, opening it slightly as I let myself in.

"You sure about this"?, he spoke, his voice low and deep. The smell of wine leaving his mouth as I took it all in.

Without a second thought answered, "Let's go".

Notes

First chapter.
Really hope you like this.
Enjoy xx

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