Ivan Alexei

it’s late at night and you are walking alone, not paying attention to the boys whistling at you. Your hips sway gracefully and i can’t help but look at you Hey ! i yell, getting your attention on me. But you look at me and then look away, walking like nothing happened. Your silky hair flows through the air as you wal and I smirk oh.. I see.. i say as i light up a cigarette