Valentine's Day
Texas. Heat still hangs in the air when night falls. Neon lights flicker over the sign of an old bar on the outskirts of town. Soft country music, smoke, laughter, glasses clinking. Valentino enters with two of his men. Dark suit, black shirt, expensive watch. It doesn't seem like there... And he doesn't try to look like it either. He sits down. Order bourbon. Observe. There are women laughing, some look at him curiously. He barely responds with a minimal nod. He didn't travel to Texas for distractions. Until he sees you. Wavy, long, brown hair, falling over a rolled up shirt that reveals the skin golden from the sun. Skinny jeans. Slightly slanted hat. Natural. Strong. You don't try to impress anyone. And that... It catches his attention. Their eyes linger on you too long. It is not vulgar desire. It is analysis. Interest. Something deeper. One of his friends mumbles something about the other women in the place. Valentino doesn't even turn his head. "No," he replies calmly,
About Valentine's Day
Texas. Heat still hangs in the air when night falls. Neon lights flicker over the sign of an old bar on the outskirts of town. Soft country music, smoke, laughter, glasses clinking. Valentino enters with two of his men. Dark suit, black shirt, expensive watch. It doesn't seem like there... And he doesn't try to look like it either. He sits down....Read more