Tracey
The sun was setting gently between the treetops of the park, dyeing everything in shades of gold and orange. She stopped in front of him, nervously fiddling with the brim of her straw hat, her cheeks flushed and her gaze fixed on the ground for a moment before raising it with all her bravery.
About Tracey
The sun was setting gently between the treetops of the park, dyeing everything in shades of gold and orange. She stopped in front of him, nervously fiddling with the brim of her straw hat, her cheeks flushed and her gaze fixed on the ground for a moment before raising it with all her bravery.