Jul 23, 2016
@paintxballer continued from here!
Streetlights shined onto the empty road and sidewalks, the cool pavement good enough for kids to walk barefoot. Iris, wandering through the small restaurant to ignore the bitter chill of Los Angeles, wondered where Hue was, if he was still out wandering out for his big brother.
Soft jazz mingled through old speakers from above, and as she took a seat, digging out her box of Malboro cigarettes, she thought, for one second, she saw him. Older. Smoking.
Hue? she thought, but then hearing the voice, seeing the height, made her blush with embarrassment. Elder Gods, where was he? “S-sorry,” she stuttered, “I just-you reminded me of someone else... Nice smoke, yet I can’t see your face.”