‘ Cheyenne stood near the railing of the ship close to the bar where she had been spending most of her time, and had taken up staring out at the water. When she heard a voice she hadn’t heard in years her heart started racing. It wasn’t possible, was it? Turning to look at the figure she cocked her head to the side slightly. “Preston?”
‘ THERE was no room for doubt now, it was Cheyenne. Confused was one of the word to describe Preston state of mind, hence why he cocked an eyebrow himself, getting closer to make sure he wasn’t being played, even though he already made an answer for himself. ‘ well, hello stranger. ‘ he simply said, not really knowing what to do especially in such a public place with so little intimacy for any kind of disproportionate reaction. ‘
