One Night, No Names
As I toweled mt hair dry, a thought surfaced naturally, like it had been waiting for space.
Mirabella.
I reached for my phone, fingers moving without hesitation now.
Mirabella had always been the one who understood when silence needed noise, when frustration needed movement.
I typed quickly, honestly, it was a tough day.
“Are you free tonight? I need music, lights, and zero thinking. I hovered for half a second, then added, Club? My treat.”
“The reply came faster than I expected. Say less. Give me 30 minutes. We’re going out.”
A small smile curved at the corner of my mouth, the first real one all day. I felt it settle something inside me.