"Gracis, come back again!" An owner of a little shop calls out to a young lady holding a paper brown bag with fruits and veggies. The girl has long gorgeous brown hair that curled as it fell down way past her shoulders blade. She owns a light creamy caramel skin that made men heads turn and women envious. She wore a black and charcoal grey striped top that hugged her figure gently. Dancing gracefully around her knees, with every movement she makes, was her black skirt.
The radiant sun is beginning to set stepping in to its place is the luminous moon. The streets were peppered with people dressed in colorful customs and wearing unique masks. Cause today was the day of carnival to fiesta1. Little shops were open selling liquor, masks and other goods to tourist who were visiting from other countries. Guitars and lively voices filled the air, along with clapping and chatting. The young lady carefully maneuvers, herself around the crowds of people, who stopped to observe the street performers. As the streets began to narrow some more she began to bump into more people. A little girl with light copper hair and hazel orbs approaches her with a basket full of flowers.
"Ciao1!" the child greets her with a warm cheerful smile. She pulled out a red rose from the wooden basket filled with flowers.
"Gracis2," She smiles as she carefully took the rose from her, handing it with great care.
"How do I look?" she asks the small child.
The little girl giggles cheerfully and says, "Sei bellissima3."
"Si, you look very pretty." An unfamiliar voice compliments.
1 Hello/ bye
2 Thanks
3 You look beautiful