"Wasn't I a cutie when I was a child?" Seraphina's voice came from behind Vlad while he was looking at the painting with her parents.
He turned, finding Seraphina standing there with a playful smile, wearing black shorts with white strips and a loose white t-shirt off-shoulder from one side, revealing her collarbone. She was leaned forward, holding her hands behind her back. Her damp hair was tied in a heavy bun, drops of water falling onto the floor from the few strands parallel to her temples.
'Why is she so defenseless?' He sighed inwardly, his eyes moving sideways, not knowing where to look.
"Yeah, you looked adorable when you were young," he agreed, scratching his temple.
"And how do I look now?" she asked, resting a hand on her waist as she turned on her heel, giving him a playful look.
Only for a moment, Vlad's eyes fell on her rear, the shorts doing little to no work hiding her curves.
