Originally posted by Tela
Evgeni nodded. "Let's get started." he said smiling. His messy green and damped hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
Gazelle nodded, leading a small flight of stairs and into a well lit basement, she pulled back the tarpaulin and smiled as the Mustang c. 1970 was revealed, the three coats of black paint had now dried and all it needed was the design, "Like her?"