“Holy moses, it’s rainin’ cats and dogs today eh bruh?” said Juan with his small bubbly nose twitching. Across the hall, a young man cascading into his early 20’s nodded vaguely, absolutely paying no attention to his friend.
“What the frack is wron’ with ya? When will you let her go? She ain’t coming back bruh!
I swear I’ll rip ya Indian head apart if you are gon’ whine about her! Cabeza de mierda!”
Neel stood up, he felt a rush in his head, he tried to remember the last time he had a proper meal.
“Yes, she wore pink that day, her hair spiralling down, covering a part of her face, that tanned skin, that short skirt revealing her luscious legs, and her eyes! Those brown eyes! Damn, one look at her and his body was on fire, that fire which can never be extinguished. Yes, her sight was the last feast I had” He waved goodbye to Juan and left the hall.