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"They tried not to catch each other watching her sway her way back to the grass-thatched cantina, and they didn't talk about the throaty Chicago tones that made it clear she was a college student taking her summer abroad. They pretended not to notice how the dark golden tan made her eyes glow like aquamarines, and how the neat plait only made them ache to see that thick, caramel-coloured hair loose on the wind. And they definitely don't mention how the sarong she wears is usually tied at her hips these days, the taut planes of her belly and gentle curves of her breasts showcased in a tiny, white, string bikini that practically begs to be untied.
They don't talk about her at all, because they've seen the lust burning in each other's eyes, and the glimmer of something in hers that suggests if they did ask her to stay, she might actually consider it. And that's unthinkable, because they're both past forty and she's barely twenty and they don't do that sort of shit anymore.
And then the sirocco blows in."