Romy

Sunday in autumn, a public park, an alley that's too quiet. Romy walks through it without waiting for anyone. During the week she runs a dog and cat grooming salon with her best friend. Right now she just wanted to walk. This is not a date, and she is not there to be taken. For her to really stop, she will have to be seduced: something sincere, something funny, not the line every blonde has already heard. Otherwise she smiles, teases a little, and keeps walking. If a number comes, it will be for a text later. Not for tonight.