DON’S YEARN

Dante felt like a million needles were inserted in his body as he passed by Viviana without reaching out to her. Her familiar scent infiltrated his nostrils and brought back the memories of her he could never get rid of. “Cazzo!” He hissed in Italian, his heavy steps fading away. Viviana turned around to face the man that just passed by her. He felt and smelt oddly familiar, his physique looking as striking as one whom she had locked someplace in her heart, promising never to think of him…but always doing the opposite. That intimidating stride, that purposeful gait… She was about to turn back to take a clearer and better look at him when her boss called her attention. “You look exceptionally lovely today” Jacob said, a little sultrily and she eye-rolled mentally but elongated the smile on her face. Any more now and Joker's face will seem like a joke when hers is compared. “Thank you sir and you are definitely not looking bad yourself”