RoseBobaTea

Roberto whistled as he walked down the street, apple in hand.  It was a glorious spring day, the sky was blue and the breeze was warm.  He was about to take a bite of the apple when it was suddenly snatched from his hand.  He blinked and looked after the thief to find her racing down the street, her caramel-colored hair and her pale pink skirts flying out behind her.  She looked back at him, and he could see the playful glint in her bright blue eyes.  He smirked and took off after her. Lisabetta raced through the market, laughing merrily.  She ducked in and out of crowds, changed direction twice, and sprinted through a few dark alleys.  She