Beneath the Blue Light
Bianca De Dominicis stood by the door of the Aqua foodcourt before he got there. The moment he showed up, she was already in place.
Over there, the structure climbed into view - smooth arcs of glass swallowing golden rays and turning them liquid, almost oceanic. Light bent sideways through clear sections, slipping underwater tones onto concrete below, where flickers danced as if stirred by invisible currents.
Bianca stood beneath that shifting glow.
There she was, eyes catching sight of Julian D'Aurelius across the distance. Her fingers rose, waving with quiet ease. A grin crept out, slow and warm, lighting her face without hurry.
She dressed in a white shirt today, sleeves ending just below the elbow. Hugging her shape tightly, it traced every curve, drew eyes to where her chest rose with quiet assurance. Onlookers glanced, then looked again, throats moving briefly. Near the top, buttons pulled faintly, holding on like they might give at any breath.
