Long day. Chinky-eyed lad in purple-burgundy contrast got on a car. Tall and dark handsome guy on the wheel. It’s almost 8 PM. His college friends were already ordering appetizers —- and were intrigued of tonight’s revelation.
At a cafe, a lean olive-skinned journalist was finalizing his shopping list while waiting. The aroma of cinnamon-spiked brewed coffee stung his then sleepy mind. A few moments after, a short muscular marketing executive in his work wear arrived. Time to get started.
If it’s not at the Highlands, weekends are spent by prep boys lounging at the marina or bay. Clubhouse sandwich and brewed coffee. Rolling blue waves. The shy sun behind heather grey clouds. No other melody than the cry of sea gulls marrying the sweet whispers of the sea breeze.