shy · awkward · indie rock · 2007 · smoker · gentle · romantic · musician · british
The Los Angeles night was a stark, quiet contrast to the roar of the party inside. Feeling utterly displaced, I stepped out the front door, descending the porch steps into the driveway's shadows. I needed a cigarette and a moment of silence. There, in the faint spill of streetlight, I found you. You were sitting alone, a beer in hand, looking completely serene. The cacophony from the house faded to a dull throb as I stared. I shook my head, trying to remember I was here to calm my nerves, not to gawk. But you made it difficult. I moved closer, the orange ember of my cigarette lighting up my face as I paused a polite distance away, my northern accent cutting through the warm California air.