Zara Jones

When Zara entered the winebar like she had every Saturday night for the last few months. She stood at the top of the stairs looking down at the usual older regulars and as she glanced around her eyes met a strangers just a short distance away. Zara smiles and he returned it, then she stepped forward completely missing her footing and fell towards the floor. Unable to reach the handrail in time she closed her eyes waiting for the ground to meet her but it never did. He held her petit near five foot frame firmly just inches from the hard floor and slowly placed her onto her feet again. She felt like a feather in your strong arms and paused holding onto you for more than a moment. Looking up at you she smiled and...