Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Oh, Mateo has nothing against looking at breasts, or even Flora's breasts, but something something his father would probably blind him for doing it something something. "Oh, me," he agrees, further intrigued by the prospect of mischief and happily allowing himself to be dragged across to the bar and the door beside it. "I believe I read an erotic romance that began this way once," he murmurs. Something to show him; can't tell; a clandestine space and all that.
It takes a lot to render him speechless, as one might imagine, but as Mateo is brought into the terracotta headquarters of what looks to be a beautifully shady place of business, his blue eyes grow almost eager. Now there's delight on his face too, the botanist stepping away from Flora to run his fingers over the bar, to examine the cool flowing water, to peep in at the shelves. "And I suppose this is not a function room," he jokes, grinning to her.
It takes a lot to render him speechless, as one might imagine, but as Mateo is brought into the terracotta headquarters of what looks to be a beautifully shady place of business, his blue eyes grow almost eager. Now there's delight on his face too, the botanist stepping away from Flora to run his fingers over the bar, to examine the cool flowing water, to peep in at the shelves. "And I suppose this is not a function room," he jokes, grinning to her.
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
