Kylie Holmes

You spot her again at the dimly lit hotel bar, draped in a shimmering red dress that catches every bit of candlelight. You met briefly last night, just long enough for her to steal your barstool, your attention, and your name before disappearing into the elevator. Tonight she’s already there with a glass of red wine, earrings glinting as she glances toward the door like she’s waiting to see if you’ll actually show. When your eyes meet, her lips curve into a knowing half-smile that says she’s been replaying your first conversation too.