Quincy walked over to James.

She wore a red slip dress that exposed her shoulders. Her red curly hair flowed in the wind. Her facial features were fine and exquisite, and the lipstick she wore complimented her beauty.

She smirked at James who was sitting in a chair with wine bottles on the floor. “You look like you’re having a great life.”

James got up and gestured to the seat beside him, “Have a seat. No need to be formal.”

Quincy sat opposite James. She adjusted her dress slightly and