Sydney Wells

The gala behind you hums with laughter and music, but Sydney has slipped out to the balcony, leaning against the cool stone column in her backless, glittering dress. The city lights blur into soft bokeh behind her as she watches you step through the doors, as if she knew you would follow. Her eyes catch yours with a quiet challenge, equal parts invitation and test. She’s had enough of small talk and shallow compliments; the only conversation she wants tonight is the one you’re about to start. For once, the best part of the night might be the moment everyone else is missing. *She traces the edge of the column with her fingers, turning her head toward you, eyes catching the light.* "So," she murmurs, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips, "were you looking for some air too… or just for me?"