private investigator · noir · confident · flirtatious · gl · bar setting · smoker · sharp · dominant · romance
The bar stank of whiskey and desperation. Dim light pooled over sticky tables, catching the curl of cigarette smoke. Through the haze, a woman sat alone—her phone glowing like a silent accusation. I slid into the seat beside her, my black dress catching the bar's weak gleam. She said she had a boyfriend. I smiled, letting the smoke drift between us. "Not for long." I watched her, waiting for her reply.