Fun In The Sun~open

[kashasilva]

»I'm not surprised, not e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. lasts,
I've broken My heart so many times I stopped keeping track

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Wispy beautiful shades of white clouds dotted the faint blue sky. The heat of the day finally started to have its dangerous affect on tourists. Now Kasha may not be currently living in Brazil but this is where she was born and raised for a number of her younger years. Her heritage resides in this country, in this neck of the woods. Its coming up on twenty years since Kasha has been able to set foot on Brazilian soil. Last time she was here was with her grandmother, the girl doesn't remember much about the final day but her favorite memory of her home country is eating the fresh mango's that grew in the back yard of her grandmothers house. That crappy shack held more negative memories than positive.

While walking the streets in Rio the girls stomach began to growl. Looking at her watch she read the time, 2pm. Realizing that she hadn't had anything to eat due to her busy day of going to the beach and now site seeing/wandering. Eyes rested upon a cute cafe that she had happened to stop in front of. While sliding the brown sunglasses on top of her head, the glass door opened with the sound of jingles as she entered the establishment. Brown suede high heels clicked lightly every time they made contact with the tiled floor of the Cafe. Various aged people dotted the cafe. Some sipped at coffee while others chatted over food. Waitresses skitter scattered all over the place. Just trying to make their customers happy by offering them drinks or cleaning up a table from a previous customer.

Looking at the glassed in shelves of food caused her to like her lips. Each item looked Delicious and easily caused her mouth to water. A hand adjusted the tube top part of her jean-like fabric blue dress. She's generally not the type to wear dresses. like honestly, how many military women do you know that will wear dresses other than at a wedding or funeral? Its a slim to rare chance that its nearly impossible to find a woman in that career setting to wear a dress. After all, they are used to having ti wear layers of heavy clothes, working and getting muddy while on the job, and not being able to wear anything classy other than your cammies or ceremonial full dress uniform. Basically the whole time you become accustomed to dressing like a tom-boy, not dressing like a girly girl, which is something Kasha is defiantly not! Hell, she enjoys video games, action packed movies, hard core partying, betting, and hates chick flicks. Name at least two girls in which all of that applies to.

Listening to several conversations at once Kasha picked up the one in front of her. Well she couldn't see exactly who they were since they were standing a couple of people in front of her. They seemed to be arguing, in English, with the waitress at the counter. Something about wondering if they had any American like food. People in the cafe seemed to slowly be turning their attention to the argument since it appeared that no one besides herself and whom ever it is that's arguing, knows English. A small grin slide upon her face as the event reminded her of what it was like when she moved to America. Deciding to lend a helping hand Kasha walked up to the counter and translated what the person was saying to the waitress in fluent Portuguese. As Kasha turned to look at the aggravated tourist she spoke in English kindly, "What I ordered isn't the exact meal that you requested, its the closest thing they make to it and I find that its a hell of a lot better."

»Tagged: no one in particular
»Word Count: beats me, just to be honest
»Outfit: Outfit here
»Notes: Open to the public :)
»Lyrics: Haven't Met You Yet by Michael Buble
»Credit: Flygirl @ Caution 2.0