16 her penthouse, his hands

Two bags on her left hand as Monica struggles to keep her footing to the floor when she notices Ava sitting with two freshly ordered black coffee with no sugar. Monica's smile beamed to her rustle into the bag. Coming to a halt she huffed and sat on the chair. "Oh my fucking god! Finally seeing the most beautiful women in my life again." Her eyes squeeze in excitement as she cups her hand. "How are you?" her laugh gets her as she shakes me "oh, oh, I'm more than fine. Would you like to offer me some of your time?" Monica asks blankly.

She works up her excitement as she takes a brief look at the menu and sets aside the coffee cup she ordered. She nods and takes out her laptop to show her penthouse outlook. Monic9 mouth hangs open as the designed kitchen and bathroom shows up and her eyes catch a two pieced man who appears to be two times taller than her. He holds her hand in his. Somehow he looks like Julien. Broad shoulders and the way he walks over the sofa and in front of the wid