The heavy metals of a rock and roll band bounced against the earphones latched on a young woman's ears as she jogged down the city park with the rest of the crowd. Perspiration formed tiny pearls of sweat on her face down to her neck. Her eyes stayed focused on her goal to run three rounds around the park and return, while everyone else had their focus on her.
Even men with their wives turned to look, risking their chances of survival just so they wouldn't miss this beaut. A beaut with short hair, in a city where women believed their beauty mostly came from the length of their hair. For this woman, she had silky black short hair that stopped just below her ears, and eyes to match her hair. A soulless eye that could still seduce anyone with the way she moved them lazily.
