July, 2017.
Rumi laid in a pile of pillows, within the silk walls of a cabana on the beaches of Mykonos Greece. Music from her phone hummed quietly along with the sound of the roaring waves. She watched her man of the day walk back from the water, and she smirked to herself . He was tall, dark and handsome. Not always Rumiās type, but he would do for the days to come. When he finally made it into the shelter that she had claimed she pulled him onto the comfort of the pillows and took a good look at the man she had been spending her time with. She noted his green eyes and how they contrasted against his tanned skin. She only smiled, and pointed to her bag, where a plastic bag was located, with drugs - of course.
The language barrier between them was killer, but she had picked up a few things in the time she had spent in Greece. A girl needed to, with her lifestyle. Rumi learned languages easily when she was thrown into the culture. She paid attention.
āDrogarsi.ā She nodded, which translated to āto do drugs. He picked out a few of the pills and motioned for her to open her mouth. When she did he dropped a tab of ecstasy on her tongue and smirked.
Rumi couldnāt remember much of that day afterwards, or that summer in general. The glimpses the she got was that day, in the sun and sand. She and green eyes parted ways a few days after that, and for the life of her - she couldnāt even remember his name. All she could remember was the way his eyes looked that afternoon, as they fooled around in the sand together. A textbook Summer love, she supposed.
To say her life was any different from that summer would be a lie. She still had many of the same habits, and if it meant meeting more Grecian gods and goddesses then she wouldnāt be complaining by any means. When she thought about it too much, it only made her long for the days when she laid naked in the beach, with a beautiful man or woman to give her the company she so desired. Then the time spent away from the beaches, taking in the culture, watching little kids play. Not to mention the inspiration itās gave her for her clothing line. She was getting closer and closer to finally getting her line started.
Maybe she needed one more summer of exhibition to finally kick it off, with maybe a glimmer of hope to find Green eyes again, only to leave when the colors of fall began to show themselves in the city of London.
