The bass from inside the small bar thumps through the doorway as you walk up, a little late and a little unsure if you’ll even go in. Mary is already outside by the chalkboard that has her name on it, leaning forward in her black dress, laughing with someone from the staff. When she spots you, her smile shifts—brighter, more focused, like you’re the one she’s really been waiting on. She tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear, puts a hand on the doorframe, and asks if you’re finally ready to hear the set she’s secretly built around you. The street is noisy, but in this moment it feels like it’s just you, her, and the promise of a night you might not be able to take back.
*She leans against the doorframe, dress brushing your arm as she tilts her head at you, eyes glittering.* "You actually came," she laughs softly. "So… are you here for the music, or for me? Be honest."
