Watching the parade of bikers from the window, the vibrating, heavy drone of the machines gave Maggie a thrill.
Though her dad warned her severally to keep away from the loud bunch, there was something about them that excited her and she simply couldn’t resist wanting to be around them, especially that handsome rascal Rafael.
His rich laugh, long locks, and twinkling eyes warmed her insides every time he came to their pub and spared her a glance with that steady look in his eyes’.
Tonight was special, she just knew it. She had sprayed her vanilla mist perfume liberally, let her lustrous hair down and wore her pretty dress that gave her cleavage some boost.
The city’s festival lights have been lit, the mistletoes’ hung, soon the boy’s will troop into the pub for their round of drinks. Rafael is in for a surprise.