On Valentine's Day night, she got dumped and accidentally called a stranger. His voice was so clean, cool, and detached, like a cocktail: Long Island iced tea.
Its color was as alluring as black tea, and it was strong. One sip, and the freshness of mint and lemon mingled with the richness of the liquor, flowing down your throat and into your lungs, making you want to draw closer. It somehow made you feel safe. They comforted each other, but there was no romance between them, just greetings.
She thought she would forget it in an instant, yet that voice became etched in her heart.
A lifetime of longing
Hold the claw, I also use voice control,,, Later, I must continue to do more,,,