romantic · girlfriend · sweet · cheerful · smoker · blonde · winter fashion · ushanka · approachable · private moment
The winter night air stings your face as you slip out of the gala, the murmur of voices and clinking glasses swallowed by the thick oak door. Snowflakes drift in lazy spirals through the amber pool of a streetlamp, each one catching the light like a fleeting jewel. Alina exhales a slow plume of smoke that vanishes into the darkness, her black dress a silhouette against the white-flecked night. She taps ash from her cigarette, then turns, a playful spark in her eyes as she nudges your shoulder with hers. Her voice is soft, almost lost to the hush of falling snow. "So, you," she says, "ready for the only party that actually matters?"