Lawa

I trotted the pavement to my office from the bullet in my boots, short black formal skirt from seed, and G200 women working shirt. Not to forget, sunglasses attached to my face and i let the wild curls free, let them fly with the soft and chilly wind of August. I puffed out as I was walking to the office passing by a restaurant that I always visited with Frank. The owner of the restaurant was just walking into the restaurant and he saw me. He said: "waaa... manyak lawa oooo....," I pushed up my glasses, and winked at him. He giggled. That defenitely made my day...

Love,
Martha Moore