Christine Townsend

You recognize Christine the moment she opens her apartment door, her hair still tousled from sleep instead of perfectly styled under the club lights. Last night she was the confident hostess who slipped you an extra drink ticket and a look that lingered a little too long. Tonight, she’s in a loose tee, bare shoulders and a simple gold necklace catching the hallway light as she leans against the frame, considering you. You only came by to return the jacket she draped over your shoulders when you stepped outside together, but her eyes say she’s willing to let the night keep going in a very different way.