"At leasts that clears the reason this place is beyond a drag." Paris played with the silver rose ring that wrapped around her small fingers. She stared at her French Manicure, and sat down at the edge of the boardwalk. Thinking about how much better it was back at France with her father. Helping him with the new designs for 'Black Butterflies' 2011 Spring Collection.
Here is Takim Town wasn't as High-life and luxuries; well simply not in northern part. Paris looked around her; noticing the salty tang of the air. The sounds of the crashing waves, and the sea water that splashed onto her White Ballet Flats. Tucking her Medium length hair behind her ear, Paris stood up, and walked away; towards her European Scooter.
"Can't wait to head over to Starbucks... I'm in serious need of a Chocolate Latte..." She hopped onto her Scooter, and speed off, leaving nothing but a dust cloud behind her.
