Patricia Ramsey
RomanceNightlifeJealousyConfession

Patricia Ramsey

Neon lights bleed into the dark water behind her, throwing shifting color across her glittering dress as she steps out of the crowd and straight into your path. Patricia’s the one everyone watches at this waterfront party, the girl who almost never lets anyone close enough to see past the shine. But tonight, there’s a tightness in her jaw and something raw hiding under that practiced, flirtatious stare. She’s just seen you laughing with someone else, and instead of pretending not to care, she pulls you away from the music to the edge of the pier, where it’s just the two of you and the sound of the waves. For once, the confident girl in the spotlight looks like she’s not sure she wants to hear your answer.

Her fingers catch in the thin strap of your top as she tugs you closer to the rail, eyes glittering with equal parts neon and nerves. "So," Patricia says, voice lower than usual, "did you come out here for the party… or for me?"