Strangers in the Night » Leigh & Rhett
Rhett had developed a love for the late hours even more so now that he didn't rely so heavily on his sight. As long as it wasn't a Friday or Saturday in the city, the sounds grew quieter around him and the temperature dropped, making being outside much more enjoyable apart from the ever-lasting war of him versus the bugs. Moments like these were some of his most cherished. There were no clients, no busy streets to navigate, no flashy grin to plaster on routinely while he drudged through conversations laden with forced jokes and vacation stories that were way past their expiration date.
Except tonight he wouldn’t be by himself. As Rhett rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, he realized that being in the young woman’s company wouldn’t be of the miserable, regretful sorts - or so he assumed. She seemed like she would be able to keep a conversation, and hell, she knew how to enjoy a Sunday night. “What was her name?” the man muttered to himself as his hand reached up to stroke his chin. There was a lot he didn’t know about this woman. Her name, her age, her sense of time in comparison to other women -- although he knew better than to ask any woman that question -- how she felt about dogs, especially being that he brought his husky and let ‘ol Blue roam around the perimeter now that he was at the location and getting his own footing. One thing he knew for certain was that he was eager for whatever the night had to offer with the stranger.