"You're late."

You just chuckled, pushing your hood up and shaking the rain out of your hair. The club was stuffy, the lights shimmering in pink and blue, the bass reverberating in your chest. She glanced at the crowd, finding Lasswell. She was sitting at the bar, legs crossed, a cocktail in her hands.

"I'm always late."

Lasswell took a slow sip from her glass, not taking her eyes off her. There was no reproach in that look, only anticipation.

You took a step, then another. Closer. The music was humming in your ears. They both knew how this night would end.

Lasswell set her glass down on the counter, letting you come closer. Their faces were inches apart.

"You think I'll wait for you forever?"

"No. That's why I'm here."

Lasswell smiled, hooking her wrist. The dance floor was calling, the light sparkling on their skin. They were lost in the rhythm, in the music, in each other.

Nothing beyond this night mattered anymore.