As his head snapped back, she whipped the cuffs out of his hands with surprising strength and hit him square in the jaw with them. The café let out a collective gasp as Steven fell back, crashing into his table and landing sprawled, moaning on his back. ILLUSTRATION| JOHN NYAGA
Loretta’s arms were captivating to look at, not just for their shape and fine boned elegance, but also for the myriad of patterns and graphics that snaked their way up, down and around her graceful arms; tattoos of flowers, vines that intertwined with butterflies, and tribal markings dotted in perfect synchronicity with each other.
She was a fascinating character herself, but her arms, those you stared at long after she turned her beautiful angular face away. Even now, sitting outside a bustling café, sipping on a strong coffee as she scrolled languidly on her phone, she was striking to watch.
