“How long are you in town for?” I ask.
“Only for a couple more hours.” She responds.
My original intention to ask her for drinks has become pointless. She’s from a different country, she’s on vacation, and by the time I get off work — she’ll be in a different state.
She leaves the building, but not my mind. Smokey grey eyes, a crooked smile, an encapsulating accent. I wonder where she’s going. I wonder who she is.
*Excerpt from a story in progress*