The day we embarked to New York.
Only two hours were left before heading to the airport, and Maureen was frantically changing her clothes.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Maureen, do you think this one looks good?"
Liam, holding a cup of coffee, was squatting in front of the television fixing the skewed joystick of his switch when he heard the bedroom door open and instinctively looked up.
As he looked up, his hand quivered, and coffee splashed everywhere.
"You... are you sure you want to dress like that?!"
Liam's ears turned red as if he were bleeding.
Maureen was extremely excited: "Why not? I checked the temperature there, it's over thirty degrees now, surely it's hot like summer!"
She was wearing a bandeau daisy miniskirt, her clavicle protruding enough to hold a coin, and her two white, straight legs were slender and long.
As Liam looked at her, she tousled her long black hair that draped over her shoulders, excitedly striking a few poses worthy of a car show model.
