Clara stepped out, pulling a crimson wool scarf tight around her neck. She stopped when she saw him. For a long, agonizing beat, the city's ambient noise—the screech of taxi brakes, the distant chatter of theatergoers, the hum of the electronic billboards—faded into nothing. There was only the sound of their breathing and the heavy space between them.
He was late. Or maybe he was exactly on time to watch her leave. Then, the doors swung open. File: Erotic_Interrogation.rar ...
She looked at the ticket, then looked back up at his eyes. Slowly, tentatively, she reached out. Her fingers brushed against his, sending a familiar spark through his chest. Clara stepped out, pulling a crimson wool scarf