Starglow Basin bathroom attendant let me right in - she was a big fan

The last glance he allowed over Fiamma was long; meandering. It conveyed a wealth of things; least not his desire for her safe return. The same hot blood stoked within Soto. He would understand the importance of such a task. The green– and Fiamma.

“Buon viaggio, bellezza,” he smirked and turned shoulder. This was her chosen pursuit.

There was a land to turn before the green could be planted.