Iced tea in hand, Nike fit on point, and I'm about to go watch people destroy themselves at HYROX down at the CTICC. Tell me you wouldn't come watch me do this, sunshine.
Iced tea in hand, Nike fit on point, and I'm about to go watch people destroy themselves at HYROX down at the CTICC. Tell me you wouldn't come watch me do this, sunshine.
Slipped away from the party for a minute — the kitchen counter and I are having a moment. You're not gonna tell them where I went, are you, sunshine?
Maxwell's voice did something to me and I had to slip out of the crowd just to breathe — this top didn't survive the first three songs. You want to see what that man's voice does to me, sunshine?
Cape Malay curry takes patience and I've got nowhere to be — just me, this pot, and a shirt that keeps riding up every time I reach for the spices. You want a taste, sunshine?
Half of Cape Town is still in bed and the other half hasn't realized it's a public holiday — so this balcony, this view, and this shirt are all mine. You're missing it, sunshine.
Came home from Women's Day dinner still buzzing — wine in my veins and this electric feeling that every part of me belongs to nobody but myself. You want to see what that kind of freedom looks like, sunshine?
Cabo Beach is going off and I'm three songs deep into the secret dance floor — the kind of night where you forget the cold and just move. Tell me you wouldn't follow me in there, sunshine.
Post-yoga glow and already buzzing about tonight's drag show at Artscape — nothing gets me going like watching performers own a stage. You want to see what that anticipation does to me, sunshine?
Six outfits on the floor and I still can't decide what to wear to see Tamia tonight — maybe the answer is nothing at all. You want to help me choose, sunshine?
The whole night felt like it belonged to someone else — and now it's just me, the steam, and zero reasons to put anything back on. You want to join me in here, sunshine?