PHASES

Sogni d'oro

In the big city that was Milan, nightlife was what most tourists expected.
Young people were hanging out in front of the old cathedral of the Duomo and full of groups were laughing sitting in the grass of the square surrounding the castle Monfort.

Tyler had just arrived in town and as a very inexperienced model, it was new for him.
He was spotted by the world's most exclusive modeling agency.

His agency more than recognized in the fashion industry
and it was Tyler whom they chose to be their model and not for his photographic facilities , which he was passionate about.

Born in Manchester to an Italian mother and a Jamaican father, he was raised in his mother's language.
That's why he came to Italy . An opportunity that should not be missed.

On his first night here, he had fallen asleep very early, exhausted by the trip , one more with those he had done during the month; he went to Zimbabwe to shoot near Victoria's Falls , in Paris for a shoot with one of his friends  and then in Seoul for the shooting of a cosmetics brand.

That night he wanted to enjoy, have fun and drink alcohol, a drink he had not touched since the beginning of his modeling journey.

He had heard, through one of his friends residing here, about a nightclub reputed to be crazy and to be the only one gathering the "most bearable girls in the world, you'll see", had vulgarly said Pedro, the friend in question.
He liked him but his friend remained a sexist.

Tyler wanted to let himself go as he had never done before and left well to do so.

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Tyler had just woken up, in an unknown room, in an unknown bed, and with a stranger in that same bed .

Rather the back of a stranger; a thin, smooth, and arched back towards the curve of their hips. Everything suggested that it consisted of a woman. Although her thighs were quite muscular, she remained thin, possessing a wasp size and quite marked collarbones that he had noticed, leaning a little more on the young woman . Long eyelashes adorned her eyes held closed.

His eyes only detailed her, then heading for her wavy brown hair that cascaded down the top of her butt. Incredible hair of an intense brown, that smelled like coconut, he remarked, having not changed position, laying next to her .

Catching himself staring like that, he wondered if he wasn't a little scary, detailing every part of this body. After all, he did not know her, he did slept with her but still, he kept only a vague memory of her, only groans and deep breaths.

What is her name already, he said to himself. He had not retained it and did not remember hearing it come out of her mouth. The only part of her face that he remembered was the fleshy, rosy lips that he had embraced without restraint.
Why didn't he have her name in mind?

He stood up and delicately lowered the quilt on the young woman. He looked for his underwear with a backhand and sat down on the bed to put on his pants and shirt.
Before leaving, he made coffee and wrote down his phone number on a paper that he magnetized in the refrigerator.
He wanted to see that woman again, just to know who she was.

Not out of sexual desire but out of curiosity. He still wanted to learn about her and perhaps make a first acquaintance in this country.

As he came to the entrance door, the sounds of frantic footsteps were heard behind him; she, with whom he had spent the night, stood by the coat doors and stared at him.

"Are you going to leave like that ? she said to him in English.

-  I can speak Italian.

-That doesn't answer my question. You always leave like this when you're sleeping with someone ?"

Her voice was not as he had imagined it. Sweet and husky at the same time. Probably due to the awakening.

He did not know what to say, pitiful, like a child who would be caught doing something stupid. He looked at his feet, a faint look on his face, and a chuckle came out of his interlocutor's mouth:

"You can leave, I have your number after all?"

 He just nodded and disappeared
It wasn't until he got out of the building, on the pavement, that he realized.

" Damn ! I forgot to ask her name !"

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