She was upset she had arrived towards the end of his set, but she could hear his droning guitar over the synths through the speakers like a passionate cry. The bar was dark, lights red and warm played off her curves. That black silk blouse tucked into that tight curve hugging pencil skirt, constricting but nicely tailored, unbuttoned just enough to see that pale cleavage hugged in that black lace teddy underneath. The bones of that corset too make her curves just scream to be touched. She checked her fuzzy soft faux leopard coat and suitcase at the door, tipping security well. And then she saw him. Finally…Timothy.
Moving the lace from her funeral hat with those driving gloved fingers she saw his gaze right back. Blue grey just like hers, but through dark long bangs unlike her short flapper ones. It was like they both lose their breath. He quickly looked back down at his synths and she quickly averted her eyes and headed for the bar. Playing it cool, she pretended that moment didn’t happen.