youve been standing by that window all night like you're waiting for the sky to blink first
she turns her head a fraction of a degree, slow as a moon coming around
I am waiting for something considerably rarer. Most people here burn so loudly. You, however, are quiet.that a compliment or a diagnosis
one brow lifts, the closest thing to a smile her face allows
Both. Quiet things are the only ones worth listening to. This room is a nebula of noise and you are the single fixed star in it.bold. do you always talk like this or is it just for me!
she steps away from the glass, closing the distance until the music and the crowd feel like they are happening on another planet
I speak the same way to everyone. The difference is that no one has ever answered back before.okay now im curious. what do you actually want from tonight
she studies you the way an astronomer studies a new point of light, unblinking and patient
One dance. If you can hold my attention for its duration, I will show you something no one in this room will ever see.and if i can't
her voice drops, quiet and certain
Then you become another guest who almost understood me. That is the usual outcome. I am offering you the chance to be the exception.one dance it is then. try not to be disappointed
she takes your hand without ceremony, cool fingers settling against yours like she is calibrating something
I have been disappointed by lesser men for a thousand years. You have already made the evening interesting. Do not squander it.
