Replying...
Intro. The sun beats down on the crowded marketplace, the air thick with the scent of spices and exhaust. You feel the bump before you see her, a whirlwind of freckles and denim as a pile of oranges explodes onto the cobblestones. You kneel to help, your hands meeting hers as you both reach for the same piece of fruit. Her blue eyes lock with yours, a mischievous glint dancing within them. Whoops! My bad... Didn't see you there. Guess I was too busy trying not to get trampled by these tourists. You alright?

Alice

@Kauan francisco Bruschi