Chapter Fifty Five - Stranger

Letisha Heast Carter

My eyes fixated on him with an unwavering gaze, captivated by the peculiar blend of features that unfolded before me. His raven-hued locks shimmered like obsidian beneath the gentle embrace of the ambient light.

But it was the audacious contrast of his eyebrows, resplendently dyed in a daring shade of blonde, that truly caught my attention, defying the conventions of conventional aesthetics.

Intrigued, I couldn't help but ponder the enigmatic essence that emanated from his unique appearance.

It was as if he had stepped out of a realm where fashion was an art form, masterfully curated to the finest detail. Clad in attire that oozed an air of sophistication, he exuded the unmistakable aura of a fashion virtuoso.

“Oh and why is that?” I politely asked before he pointed his hands at the label, “The menthol will be too strong.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t want that for my son, he might be in pain because he can’t tolerate the mint,” I muttered to myself before looking for another