The bar was crowded despite it being late on a Thursday evening, everyone had to work tomorrow, but seemed to be celebrating the weekend a day early. Grey sat at a table near the back, the top of the table was old, worn and sticky with spilled boozy. He sat in an uncomfortable chair, waiting for her to arrive. The table revealed three empty tumblers and a fourth filled with an amber liquid.
Grey sighed then took a sip of his whiskey. She said she’d be there by 11 p.m., but it was nearing a quarter to eleven.
Where was she? Kaz was never late. He checked his watch again, and the clock struck midnight.
When he looked up, there she stood at the entrance of the bar, radiant as ever. Her skin glowed the soft silver of the moonlight. As she crossed the threshold of the establishment, the crowd went silent for a moment and all eyes fell on her.
Her silver hair and eyes a contrast against her smooth charcoal skin. No one made a sound as she shimmied up to the bar, ordered a cosmopolitan, and wandered to the back of the bar. She didn’t seem to notice all eyes on her, even as she sat to face Grey.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said, and took a sip of her drink.