(Karsten)
I tried to keep my emotions in check when I saw her emerge from the private terminal, wearing a periwinkle sweater and a white skirt. A colourful scarf covered her hair as it swayed in the cold evening wind. I wished to yank it away and feel those silken tendrils between my fingers.
Why was she so fucking beautiful?
My eyes betrayed me as they refused to shift from her face and dipped to her fresh tulip lips. The coffee in my hand was left forgotten as I answered her greeting.
"Welcome back, Arata."
Caysir opened the door for us and I let her settle in first before entering the car from the other side.
Once the car began to move I turned my head to face her.
She seemed nervous, why?
Her leg was moving and she was clutching her skirt too tightly. Something was wrong.
"How was your trip?" I casually asked and her attention was turned to me.
