It was a pleasant evening in the city of Camele. For some, at least. The world of Haldeen within the Colonies was just as wealthy as its contemporaries, yet the streets of this settlement and its capital still had criminal elements and those who were just not so well off.
Damned dichotomy. The woman sighed into the breeze where it permeated a prosperous section. She wasn’t much for philosophy or dictionaries but she could easily see the division between war and peace, the rich and the poor, the wealthy elite and those who just tried to survive on their own two feet.
What’s a doctor like you to do about it anyway, Jay? Rim of glass to lips, sipping expensive champagne that tasted the same as any other, but at least this one wasn’t too bubbly. She licked the peach aftertaste away and gazed into the distance.
Traffic flew by with the wind beyond the high-rise, one of many towering structures that scraped the skies. Standing on the balcony outside a private party, most folks were inside, behind the woman, giving her a moment alone.
Guess I’ll just finish this drink and take my leave. Jay turned the glass in her hands, debating, listening to faint music coming from the room at her back, stringed instrument as gentle as the wind. Then a gust picked up that gave her skin some goosebumps. Most of it was covered up though, except mainly the legs.
Her purple dress didn’t sit too high beneath the hips, a bit tight, form-fitting to say the least. It wasn’t particularly revealing but certainly flattered her curves, though she wasn’t alone with such an outfit amid the women of this establishment with their fancy fabrics.
Ain’t planning on chatting or dancing anyway. Jay came with no date, just an invitation from a politician, but maybe it was a mistake to begin with. “Maybe I should’ve stayed on the couch watching Buddies.” She told nobody. “Still got that frozen pizza, right? Wait. No. I ate it last night. Or did I..?”
“Good show,” some guy called from behind. Jay turned, slightly surprised, to find a man in a nice suit and tie. “Mind?”
“Free balcony.” He stepped to her side, propping arms over the railing, sipping red wine. A sight for sore eyes. Bright blue eyes, black hair, chiseled features, and a bold smile that matched his voice.
“How pompous.”
“Excuse me?”
“Most of those folks behind us,” he clarified. “Politics. Business. All kinds of sycophants. I found it hard to breathe so here I am on this balcony.”
Like her, he was just as much speaking into the wind, but Jay could appreciate the sentiment. “Oh. Yeah. I agree.” What’s his story? Looks like a politician or businessman to me. “Kinda came out here to enjoy my own company though...without conversation.” She challenged him, lifting a brow.
“I see.” He didn’t give any cheesy wink but there was an uncanny flash in his eye that was close enough to one. “How about now?”
“I guess we’ll see.” Jay finished her drink but didn't yet walk away.
Damned dichotomy. The woman sighed into the breeze where it permeated a prosperous section. She wasn’t much for philosophy or dictionaries but she could easily see the division between war and peace, the rich and the poor, the wealthy elite and those who just tried to survive on their own two feet.
What’s a doctor like you to do about it anyway, Jay? Rim of glass to lips, sipping expensive champagne that tasted the same as any other, but at least this one wasn’t too bubbly. She licked the peach aftertaste away and gazed into the distance.
Traffic flew by with the wind beyond the high-rise, one of many towering structures that scraped the skies. Standing on the balcony outside a private party, most folks were inside, behind the woman, giving her a moment alone.
Guess I’ll just finish this drink and take my leave. Jay turned the glass in her hands, debating, listening to faint music coming from the room at her back, stringed instrument as gentle as the wind. Then a gust picked up that gave her skin some goosebumps. Most of it was covered up though, except mainly the legs.
Her purple dress didn’t sit too high beneath the hips, a bit tight, form-fitting to say the least. It wasn’t particularly revealing but certainly flattered her curves, though she wasn’t alone with such an outfit amid the women of this establishment with their fancy fabrics.
Ain’t planning on chatting or dancing anyway. Jay came with no date, just an invitation from a politician, but maybe it was a mistake to begin with. “Maybe I should’ve stayed on the couch watching Buddies.” She told nobody. “Still got that frozen pizza, right? Wait. No. I ate it last night. Or did I..?”
“Good show,” some guy called from behind. Jay turned, slightly surprised, to find a man in a nice suit and tie. “Mind?”
“Free balcony.” He stepped to her side, propping arms over the railing, sipping red wine. A sight for sore eyes. Bright blue eyes, black hair, chiseled features, and a bold smile that matched his voice.
“How pompous.”
“Excuse me?”
“Most of those folks behind us,” he clarified. “Politics. Business. All kinds of sycophants. I found it hard to breathe so here I am on this balcony.”
Like her, he was just as much speaking into the wind, but Jay could appreciate the sentiment. “Oh. Yeah. I agree.” What’s his story? Looks like a politician or businessman to me. “Kinda came out here to enjoy my own company though...without conversation.” She challenged him, lifting a brow.
“I see.” He didn’t give any cheesy wink but there was an uncanny flash in his eye that was close enough to one. “How about now?”
“I guess we’ll see.” Jay finished her drink but didn't yet walk away.