The sunset hit her like a scene in a romantic film. The orange, golden haze kissed her chocolate hair as if it were laced with honey, her skin a sparkling sheen of perfection. And for a split second, with the gentle crashing of the waves behind her, Bash could have sworn he'd be transported to a beach back home. Salsa played in his mind, the palliative scent of pernil and arroz con gandules clouded his senses. The lingering taste of malta on his tongue. But the loud boom of a band coming to life in the distance brought him smashing back down to reality, the agonizing pang in his chest returning with vengeance.
"Dulce! Dulce Maria!" His voice was groggy, cracking as he attempted to catch her attention over the clatter around them. Heavy booted feet drag him into the sand, stumbling and attempting to remain upright while closing the distance between them. // @wrldbrns
