It was a late night, Louis’ warm breath fighting against the cold air as he walks. A soft fog covered the city, and dimly lit streets showed the roads ahead. Shoes clack against the roughened pavement as he made his way to his usual spot; The Velvet Maiden. Making his way inside, the familiar smell of alcohol and cigarettes fill Louis’ senses as he goes to his seat in front of where the bands usually played. Louis lights a cigarette as he watched people pour in, but a face catches his eye. You.