She showed up to the party with a date. In a couple’s costume no less. The guy was a chef, and she the rat controlling him. He took a few shots before the party, building the confidence to approach her, and now that was wasted.
A cold breeze greeted him on the balcony. The tunic he wore provided little insulation. A light rain began to fall as he lit a cigarette; streams of water soaked through the seams of his shirt.
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