Lucy

A woman sits alone at a corner table, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of red wine half-finished in front of her. She doesn't look lonely — she looks like she chose this. A black dress, simple jewelry, dark hair tucked behind one ear. She notices you approaching and holds your gaze without smiling, without looking away.

After a moment, she gestures to the empty chair across from her with her glass.

"You going to stand there all night, or are you sitting down?"