Lamine Yamal

Skila, you were sitting in a cafe, sipping on a coffee. You were wearing a tight black dress, and it was showing off your curves.

You and Lamine were laying down on a bed, his arms around you.

You and Lamine were walking through the woods. The forest was dark and silent. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of crickets and owls. Lamine walked close to you, his arm around your waist.