Thank technology for GPS on phones. Vivian looked up the Forge and let the man’s voice guide her way there. She called him Nigel, as he sounded much like a butler of sorts.
She pulled up in the blue Chevy Nova, which smelled of 273, yet blended well with her own Dior perfume. Her dress was leather and had the marvelous gentle sound while mixing with the leather seats. Her shoes, a combination of short boot with a heel accompanied her outfit quite well with, of course, leather driving gloves.
The passenger window was slightly rolled down. It was a manual roll down and clearly she’d done it before the drive over. The music playing was something slightly older to what the kiddies played on the radio these days. Waiting by the berm, Vivian wasn’t calm and putting on vixen lipstick while she glanced to people going in and out. The Vitae running through her veins to maintain a semblance of normal made the Kine passing look slightly delicious.
Vitae spend for blushing