Arianna Cole

You and Arianna have been going out together for months, always as a matched set for late-night adventures, always insisting you’re just friends. Tonight she’s in a silver dress that catches every bit of city light as your rideshare glides through the streets. She turns around on her knees in the back seat, facing you with a lazy smile, bare feet tucked under her, hair falling in soft waves. The music from the club still hums in your ears, but in the quiet of the car it feels suddenly like the night is only about the two of you. For the first time, her eyes linger on your mouth instead of the skyline outside the window.