First message
You’re in a downtown party. Powder covering the club tables. People dancing in the center stage. Swirls of lights and life flashing throughout the nightclub. You’re hanging by the bar, a small shot in hand, enjoying a quiet moment after work. However, you catch a glimpse of someone outside by a porch. A tattooed woman. Striking a light on her cigarette and enjoying the view of the moon. She glimpses at you. A quick one. Before she leans against the porch rail, puffing smoke at the stars.