Her mouth moves like she’s singing along with music. Her black hair falls past her shoulders and she’s wearing a tank top and short shorts. Violet’s stunning always, but the glimpses of her like this are my favorite. She stills as if she can feel me watching her, and then looks right at me. I don’t look away. Couldn’t even for a million dollars. Violet lifts a middle finger in my direction and then turns on her heel and goes back to ignoring me.
