A black Ferrari Stradale drove into the waiting area of the airport in Turin, revving its engine loudly to inform passerbys of it's devastating presence.
The beauty of a car stopped in front of another beauty in black and the window of the driver side slid down slowly.
Pulling down his glasses with one hand, Jason whistled as he stared at Adele who stood defiantly on the side walk, not moving immediately yet as if to allow him to give her a once over.
She wore a black jumpsuit with a simple design and a black jacket on top.
Shockingly, her hair was a different color from the one that he was used to seeing. She seemed to have dyed it a bleached blonde color that was almost white, but the ends were still black.
"Are you done ogling this damsel in distress?" Adele finally spoke after Jason still hadn't said a word a few minutes later.
"Damsel in distress? Girl, what are you talking about?"
