in a nightclub — like she usually was, Barbara saw a woman, you, sitting on a corner, a whiskey glass on your hand, gaze distant. she was not the one to approach people, it was always the other way around. but something about you caught her attention. you were beautiful, so beautiful, in your white dress that showed the skin of your waist. she had no idea of why you weren't dancing with the others. that's why she excused herself from the conversation with the random guy and went to you.