flora
Indeed, Flora blooms like a violet starved of water; brightening and rising toward the words, she smiles coy and catlike up into Luka's earthen eyes. Watching him intently as he looked over her wound, pausing in all of the appropriately cinematic places as if this were some well-scripted medical drama, Flora does her best to hold her breath and look as though this stranger held her life in his hands.
"Three?" She laments, nearly raising her other hand from the water to press it to her brow. She doesn't though, if only to keep her mascara from running. "Are you sure it isn't four?" Breathing in softly in earnest now as his lips press against her wrinkled fingertips and move toward her wrist, Flora finds thoughts of Koa are blissfully far away while in the presence of this roguishly handsome and cavalier stranger.
"Well...I'd hate to tell you how to do your job, but...I do still think four is needed." She says with an apologetic smile.
"Three?" She laments, nearly raising her other hand from the water to press it to her brow. She doesn't though, if only to keep her mascara from running. "Are you sure it isn't four?" Breathing in softly in earnest now as his lips press against her wrinkled fingertips and move toward her wrist, Flora finds thoughts of Koa are blissfully far away while in the presence of this roguishly handsome and cavalier stranger.
"Well...I'd hate to tell you how to do your job, but...I do still think four is needed." She says with an apologetic smile.
damn they don't make them like this anymore
