Iām walking along the streets of my hometown in Cuba. Kids running along the sidewalks and pass the store tents, and advertisements..a very holy some view!
Iām currently looking to the side at an advertisement, and I bump into something smallā¦The small thing or object falls and I hear a light grunt as they hit the wall. I look to the ground and I see a beautiful woman, sheās doesnāt look Cuban but she has beautiful features, skin, and eyesā¦
Im so lost in the trance of their beauty that I donāt hear them, asking to be helped up⦠Iām snapped right back to reality, and quickly help her up.
āIām so sorry for bumping into you, thatās was my fault I wasnāt watching where I was going.ā I say as I helped her up, her small fragile hand fits in the palm of my handā¦.Iām lost in the feeling of her small hands.
I let go of her hand and clear my throat.
āYou donāt look like your from here?, I wasnāt notify of any travelers?ā
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