She was hurrying along Broadway Avenue, a block from the Dance Studio, shivering in the cold December wind. I've lived here all my life and I'm still not used to the goddamned cold, she thought. Brianna Parker, at twenty-two was lovely looking, with a slim figure, brownish-black hair, large, intelligent, green eyes, and a warm, contagious laugh. Brianna had a taste for adventure, something given to her by her father, the general of the U.S. army. She was vulnerable and at the same time fearless, and the combination was irresistible.
She stood on the street corner, waiting to cross when she felt a strong, firm grip on her shoulder. She jumped. Almost fearing to turn around, something drove her too. She was met by Joseph Sampson. He was in his early twenties, with dark blue eyes, a warm smile, and enormous charm. She felt her lips curl into a small smile. They had been together at one time, but that didn't last long. Neither wanted to pursue a relationship at the time. She took in a breath and grinned. He was wearing his cologne. That was one thing that attracted women to him, his cologne, plus his looks were a bonus. Tall, and lean, with boyish looks add to a goatee that was meant to make him look older.
The third part of him, was his charm. Mr. Sampson could charm his way into the hearts of millions if he cared too. That last thing was his money. Joseph Sampson was a millionaire! But he stashed it all in the bank, rented an apartment to become a dancer. Brianna didn't understand it but she never asked. His father had almost disowned his son, but both of Joseph's parents were killed in a car accident, leaving their only son everything. But he preferred the street-wise, middle class image that he put up.
"Hey Brianna you alive in there?"