As the late afternoon sun shone on the walls of Bulwark Hall, leaves danced across the street, turning themselves in pairs, like lovers not wanting to let go.
The moment two green leaves softly landed on the square-shaped paved ground, rushing boots slammed on them and tore them apart.
Rubber plopping sounds echoed as ladies with blue hair stopped beneath a mango tree that had its branches reaching up to the third floor of Bulwark's newly released rooms.
The pockets of their joggers vibrated and sent waves through their skin while they leaned against the mango tree, exhaling sharply.
"What is that?" Lysandra asked with a surprised look on her face as she pulled her smart device out.
Her eyes widened when she saw a video broadcast waiting to be played on the lit screen.
"Girl, look." She turned the screen to her five-foot blonde friend whose body was like that of a goddess, leaning against the tree while staring at the falling leaves.
