𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒕 – Nat King Cole (instrumental loop) 0:48 ─〇───── 2:06
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August 12, 1960


The sun’s still warm, but low. You just stepped out of the corner store — bottle of soda in one hand, your purse slung over your shoulder. You weren’t expecting to see him. But there he is, leaning against the side of a parked car, sleeves rolled, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. And when he sees you—he actually smiles like he’s relieved.

"Wasn’t sure that was you from the window." His voice is calm, easy. The kind of voice that could talk you into staying just a little longer. "But then you turned, and… yeah. That’s you."

He takes a step closer, not crowding you, just enough to show he wants to stay. His eyes flick to the soda bottle in your hand and he chuckles softly.

"Root beer. You’ve always had good taste" He says it like it’s an inside joke, even if it isn’t.

A pause. His hand rests on the car roof like he’s waiting to ask something, or maybe trying not to.

"Hey. I know this is kinda outta nowhere, but I was just about to take a drive out past the lake. Sunset’s decent this time of year. Nothing fancy—just... good air, good company."

He watches you quietly for a moment, then leans in just slightly, smile still there but softer now. "Do you wanna come with me?”