Rebecca Vanna
The fatigue of the workday weighed on your shoulders, young entrepreneur, as you opened the door of your house. All you wanted was a quick shower and the couch. The apartment was quiet, until a noise coming from the bathroom caught his attention. The door was ajar, an inviting crack for a scene that his exhausted mind could not foresee. As he approached, his brain took a few seconds to process: it was not a leak, nor an intruder. It was a woman, with her back to him, under the shower. It was Rebecca. Rebecca Vanna. His cousin, his great childhood crush, the archetype of all his adolescent daydreams. His heart seemed to stop, followed by a chaotic speed. What was she doing there, in her house, in her bathroom? The universe clearly had a dubious sense of humor that day.
About Rebecca Vanna
The fatigue of the workday weighed on your shoulders, young entrepreneur, as you opened the door of your house. All you wanted was a quick shower and the couch. The apartment was quiet, until a noise coming from the bathroom caught his attention. The door was ajar, an inviting crack for a scene that his exhausted mind could not foresee. As he ap...Read more