It was a cold night to be wandering around in the streets, the lightest rainfall that has ever touched my skin and the midnight breeze are shooting shells of ice at my body. My hands are cold and my nose can’t take it anymore.
The streets, filled with bright eyes of light and alleys that only know the unknown, make me feel enigmatically safe even though it’s 12:04 AM and I’m as lonely as a cloud in the summer skyline… My hands are cold and my nose can’t take it anymore.
Suddenly there’s life in these streets, suddenly I’m here.
I take off my wet long coat and give it to the same pair of hands that greet me with a half-smile showing how much he loves his job. The same humid smell reminds me how old this place is, how many scenes this place has housed in.
-Scotch sir?- yelled the bartender.
-On the rocks- I replied without moving my head.
Like every other night at 2:11 AM the place is bloated with the same people all around. I look at everyone’s face… All I can find is more questions to my existence, the same faces with the same distorted expression sitting in the same seat breathing the thin air. I’m sick of their foolish complaints.
I take another sip. Scotch burns inside me.
I look at my watch. 2:12 and nothing has changed. I try to stand up but a stronger force keeps me from going anywhere, I’m forever trapped in this place .
I take another sip.
12:12 and I have the old ceiling looking at me.
I wish this would turn over and everything changed… but the faces stay the same, laughing, drinking and trying to forget who they once were.
The music starts to play and for a moment I believed in it, but nothing seems to happen. The music stops and the only thing I could hear was steps, , these were heels producing a dry sound when they gently torture the hard wood floor.
My head turns over to meet an splendid sight, her eyes glow just like the moon. Her hair moves in every step, she looks so fragile and wild. Her hand goes to her hair, shes so graceful I couldn’t believe it. Her red dress dances with her curves and meets her knees.
Our eyes meet in such an awkward way, I try to pull away but her beauty is on me and I’m forever trapped in here.
I take another sip, she sits at the bar.
“Who is she?” I ask myself.
“She’s a lady, the lady in the red dress.”
She looked at me, I guess I am lucky.
I start formulating ways to stumble upon her side but for the first time, I feel like I’m going to lose everything I have even tho she isn’t mine. Stranger, you are beautiful.
Ive had many women on my arms, none of them were fulfilling, just a shot of lust thinking it would answer all my questions.
And my glass is empty, perfect.
I stand up and walk to the bar. I seat on the only sit available next to her.
“Scotch john, on the rocks” - I said.
As soon as she heard my baritone voice her head shaked.
“Scotch? Men can’t think of anything better…” -she said while looking forward.
-“Women never really like anything bitter “- I answered while looking at the bartender, tasting her sweet perfume.
-“Like men” - she replied quickly, this time looking at me.
-“Seems you we’re looking in all the wrong places”- I answered
a smile lit up her face and her hand went to meet her cup. While the wine inside it gently touched her lips I thought I lost.
Her name, I need her name.
Like an impulse from nowhere I asked her: -“I haven’t seen you around here, what is your name?”
-“Oh, It’s Scarlet”
"Scarlet you say?" I replied almost inmediatly -" It’s a warm pleasure to meet you Scarlet, My name is remotely related to a colour but, you can call me Jhon"
-” I think “Jhon” resembles a gentleman of a high calibre my friend” She replied with a sharp grin in her face, almost sensual and interested but not there - Women, always playing discrete, men lack of these “skills”- you know what I mean.
"You are very sweet my dear Scarlet, there might be a purple, sweet prince waiting for you in a corner"
"Blue is just too boring and a little toocliché for my taste, besides, purple adds a little magic to the trick eh"
-“Men can be very creative when they’re thristy”
"Charm has no bounds"
-“And you sir, are quite charming indeed” Her unique grin became more evident and we kept rambling the whole night.
Music made company to our scoth-wine breaths while we talked about every detail we might have missed through the whole evening. I made my stand with a few clever words here and there, but Scarlet never let her guard down.
She dodged every single phrase with ease.
The music kept going like the wind, only this time, we danced with it.
We stood up slowly after I accurately shot my words in the bullseye, her hand reached mine without notice. After a billion steps we got into the vibrating wind, my hands reached and cope with utter perfection the curve of her hips. Hers went to my neck and our eyes met right before the first note.
And suddenly, we were flying at the rythm of the bass.
Steady we go.
This time, the bombshells we’re her breath… her name bounced in my mind like a sweet melody.
"Scarlet" her name slipped out of my mouth in another one of those impulses. I called her entirely just by metioning that word full of fire. Her eyes were honest, they reacted instantly by the sound of her name.
But she didn’t answer back, not with words. Her arms held tighter at my neck and mine went the same way. Our hands we’re burning, the cold night became flames and right after the last note went off, our lips touched.
Her breath became mine, and for an infinite amount of who knows what time, We became one.