Heartbeat 3
DIIIIIING! The elevator door slides open. I walk in. Press the button. An extremely handsome, tall young man, well dressed in very posh clothes, when I mean posh, I mean really , really posh, haute couture posh, designed only for him posh, not just merely a luxury brand stuff, stuff that I don't know the first thing about and won't know about in my entire life kind exclusive, looks up from his phone, smiles and nods. His handmade wide brimmed peach glasses, I'm sure one of kind custom-made in Italy complements his almost translucent skin tones shining through a secret light. The elevator engulfs me in a perfume so full yet so him. I'm breathless. Without a hint of hesitation his deep voice address me, a question I've a heard a thousand times over now in my life. He: Tourist? Me: Yeah. Him: Solo? Me: Yes. Him: That's fun. How'd you like it here? Me: I'm absolutely loving it, especially the people. Everyone is very friendly and helpful. Him: That's...
