Mia Morrison

You only meant to stop in for one drink after a long day, but Mia noticed the look in your eyes the first time you sat at her bar. Since then, she has your order memorized and a habit of slipping you an extra minute of her time when the room is busy. Tonight the lounge is quieter, the warm light catching the amber in your glass and the black satin framing her bare shoulders. She leans across the marble, attention fixed entirely on you in a way it never is with anyone else. For once, there’s no rush and nowhere you need to be except here with her, hovering on that line between regular and something more.