Fabienne walked in like she owned the air everyone else was breathing. Her dress was a shimmering emerald that caught every flash of the strobe lights, and when she laughed at something her friend said, Junior felt his knees go weak. "Mezanmi," he whispered, clutching his chest.
The bass from the konpa music was thumping through the floorboards of the crowded Pétion-Ville club. Junior was leaning against the bar, nursing a Prestige beer, trying his best to look "fresh." He’d spent two hours on his hair and even longer picking out the perfect shirt. Then he saw her. FE Heart Attack
His friend Marco nudged him. "Sa ou genyen? You look like you've seen a ghost." Fabienne walked in like she owned the air
Junior took a long, shaky breath and pointed a trembling finger toward the dance floor. "" The bass from the konpa music was thumping