brown skin shorty with her face planted in a kindle. I tapped the back of her seat gently, and she pulled her eyes away from the kindle to look up at me. Her brown skin glistened with each flicker of the candles that served as decorations on the table. Her almond-shaped brown eyes stared up at me with a confused expression on her face. Her braided hair fell down her exposed shoulder. With her hair braided in that loose style women got now, she had the front pulled up,
