Baby arrived at the rooftop restaurant looking like a storm trapped in human skin.
White top, black jeans, hair perfect — but his eyes? Yeah, they were feral-tired, like he was running from himself.
Elena saw him before he saw her. She stood from the table, smiling softly.
"It's nice to meet you again, Baby," She said softly, her green gown gently flowing around her thighs due to the night's breeze.
"It's a pleasure, Elena," He kissed her cheek, gentleman-like, because muscle memory was doing the work while his mind replayed Saint's mouth on his.
He held the chair out for Elena, smiling politely at the beautiful lady.
"Thank you," Elena said, smoothing her dress over her thigh.
"You're welcome," Baby replied, taking his seat across the table.
They sat. Candlelight flickered.
City lights shimmered.
The wind was soft.
But, his chest?
Chaotic. Loud. Wrong.
"So," Elena leaned in, "you seem… distracted." She was speaking as a friend, not a therapist.
