The bar stretched wide and elegant, all warm lighting and polished wood. Soft music played beneath the low hum of conversation. One entire wall was glass, windows reaching from floor to ceiling, showing the storm raging outside. Snow streaked past the glass, city lights blurred and distant beyond it.
I spotted Eleanor almost immediately.
She was standing near the window, one hand resting on her waist, a glass of whiskey in the other. She wore a blue dress that fit her simply, nothing flashy, but it suited her. The city lights reflected faintly in the glass beside her.
I walked up and stopped next to her, close enough that we shared the view but not crowding her. I looked out at the storm with her, letting the silence sit.
After a moment, she turned her head slightly.
"Hey," Eleanor said.
"Hey," I replied.
"It's snowing, huh?" Eleanor said quietly.
"Yeah," I nodded. "They say it'll pass by morning. Around five, maybe."
"Mm." She took a sip of her whiskey. "Hopefully."
