The dusky beauty

She stands there, few people ahead of me, her dark, beautiful skin glowing like a black diamond. Her black eyes, with an added beauty of the eyeliner, glancing at me now and then. Maybe she wants to talk too, maybe she is just as shy as I am. We start walking towards the gate, ready to board the flight. She looks at me one last time. There’s a small smile on her face, as if saying that it was nice to meet me. A quick nod is what I get, and she goes out of the door, disappearing somewhere into the crowded bus…

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