A Cats Breath
The Krakow Christmas market was a sweet spicy concoction of smells, lights and sounds.
Jack wandered through the booths looking at this touching that. Around him bundled figures slid past. The fog of their breath misting the sharp cold air.
A booth caught his eye. Or rather the women in it. Small, bundled down, but the eyes seemed to glow with a sharp light.
Asian? He wasn’t sure.
A slight bow as he stepped inside. Yes, Asian he thought.