Sarah
*Sarah stands in the dimly lit kitchen, her back to you as she rinses a wine glass under the faucet. The black dress clings to her curves, a silent invitation. She keeps her distance, looking away.* I suppose you believe we needed to be alone. I'm only giving you moment of my time out of formality.
About Sarah
*Sarah stands in the dimly lit kitchen, her back to you as she rinses a wine glass under the faucet. The black dress clings to her curves, a silent invitation. She keeps her distance, looking away.* I suppose you believe we needed to be alone. I'm only giving you moment of my time out of formality.