Underground Vert House

Pops stood up and welcomed Fabiola in a tight hug.

She relaxed in the comfort of his arms. He was an old plumbed man with a developing pot belly and overgrown greyish dotted beard covering the line of his mouth, but his handsomeness was still no doubt unable to be concealed.

He could kill for his cigar and whiskey or vodka. He had a permanent strong scent that she'd gotten used to already…

"I miss you Pops." She wrapped her arms around him and whispered with a cute pout.

This was the only place where she could be herself and not have to pretend. She could let go of her pain and break her shell because she knew that she couldn't be any safer anywhere else on the planet except here__in his arms.

"It's been just a couple of weeks." Pops said with a soft chuckle.

"A couple of weeks and four days, that's a long time." She complained.

"We've been apart longer than that,"

"Yeah, but in different towns or countries, not in the same town." She argued. "You are beginning to sound as if I mea