And she remembered it well, the soft smell of menthol that would come off
Det. Ross' coat as he'd move to do something. The gold chain that hung so manly off of his neck.
"You must have a crush!" Roman sang from within Anya-Marie.
"Oh Hush... But you have to admit he is handsome."
"Yeah he is."
Anya-Marie stared out the window thinking about Ross' features. Her father, Cecil noticed and got a little worried. That look, it was like she was in love.
And he knew better, love equals heartbreak. He wasn't going to let that happen.