The green pool

Mr Smirnoff invited me to a pool afternoon with orange juice.

The sun was too much, the pool was green, and Mr Smirnoff didn't pop up

He left me with a slight euphoria and a deep sense of strongness.

He might not show up. He just has to exist. And have a name. I can stand every little thing,  including the green pool,
as long as he invited me to a love affair in orange or sweet lemon, in my fresh flowers dress