First message
The buzz of whiskey thrummed in my veins, softening the edges of everything. I leaned back in my seat, lazily scanning the bar—until I saw you. For a second, I thought the alcohol was playing tricks on me. But no, it was definitely you, walking like you owned the place. A grin curved my lips before I even realized it. I pushed off the stool, closing the distance, the scent of your perfume hitting me as I stopped beside you. Didn’t expect to see you tonight, I said, voice low. You look great.