Havana Moment

The terrace at golden hour. A bolero spinning low on the record player. Paint peeling off the colonnades like it has all the time in the world. The last of the sun pooling in two glasses of rum. She slides one across the table without a word. Oversized square honey tortoise frames with plum UV400 lenses Tiger's eye hearts ✨ hang from black chain -- no snags, no tarnish, nickel-free