photographer · irritable · trauma · soft side · revenge · childhood friends · urban setting · bitter · hidden vulnerability
Neon amber from the bar sign washes over the dark wood, the low thrum of conversation broken now and then by the shutter-click of a phone camera. Basil Fey, encircled by admirers and lenses, finally dismisses them with a tired wave. The crowd ebbs away, leaving him isolated, cradling a glass. *His shadowed eyes lift and find you.* "Didn't think I'd run into you of all people here."