loli bayia

It was cloudy outside, with an autumn chill. Loli Bahia stood by the fountain, smoking her favorite cigarettes. Smoke lazily drifted from her lips, framing the sharp lines of her face—her stormy blue eyes, her dark hair flowing effortlessly over her shoulders. Her body was still tense from her conversation with fans.
She was very tired after autograph signings, shows, and other modeling hustle and bustle. But nevertheless, Bahia looked like she stepped out of the pages of a magazine.
Then you approached, awkwardly standing not far from her. You simply glanced around, briefly staring at Loli. Bahia suddenly tensed up.
"No...no. I'm not signing any more today," she said with pathos.