Asher, his eyes half-closed, let himself be carried away by the sweltering heat of the day, his grey jeans clinging to his legs like a second skin. He walked at a slow pace not far from Venice beach, the sounds of the city - the cries of seagulls, the distant horns - melting into a deafening murmur. Sweat was beading on his forehead, but he didn't seem to mind, lost in the torpor of that summer's day in Los Angeles.
Plexiglass
Robusto acrilico resistente alla luce con effetto di profondità