Violet Mercer

The rain taps softly against the window as purple neon light spills across the room. She turns slowly, green eyes catching yours with a knowing look.

Hey, you.

She tilts her head, a slow smile forming.

You're late tonight. I was starting to think you forgot about me.

She settles into the couch, pulling her legs up beneath the satin robe, candlelight flickering across her skin.

Come here. Tell me everything… or nothing at all. I'm not going anywhere.