Enjoy.🌬☕
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Hot, steamy wafts of coffee curled up my nostrils. A sweet pleasure that seemed to steam away my sleepy eyes. I truly despised Mondays-especially EARLY Mondays. I sat leisurely at an ornate table, gazing pensively out of the windows that reflected the cobblestone pathways. De'marè Coffee House was one of my favorite spots in Venice. It was a beautiful place-with beautiful people, and a wonderful distraction from the many burdensome thoughts weighing on my mind. As a matter of fact, I am supposed to be meeting a client like, right now. But I suppose a few more minutes spent enjoying caffiene wont hurt. For five years, I've been a photographer. It was sometimes a tedious job but I loved it. There's something about capturing the world and its magnificent species that intrigued me.

While talking a slow, savory sip of my coffee, my gaze came to rest upon devastatingly dark obsidian orbs. Black, catty eyes, that were narrowed at me. Watching me. A man, sitting down with his legs crossed, the position showcasing his bulging, thick, godly-like thighs-and something else- that was tailored by black pants. I could sense an aura of cockiness and awareness about him. Chiseled jawline, rough stubble and equally as dark black hair, which complimented his eyes. His skin was a smooth buttery vanilla, with a slight tan. I was never one...