03-05-2023, 05:00 PM
Her tour concluded, Colette was quite struck over the course of the day by everything she saw. The sights were impressive, but the most startling was her reaction to the grandeur. She expected Moscow to be equivalent to Manhattan, and the breathlessness of surprise was a constant companion all day.
The bar was on a recommendation. She was drinking a gin martini but her designs were intended on food and the view. She always enjoyed a high vista. In Manhattan, it was to imagine herself a bird soaring above the island, constantly chasing the coastal winds. Moscow was quite landlocked in contrast, excluding the winding snake that was the Moscow River slithering through the city. At sunset, the water sparkled, and she wondered about the many lives of the millions living under this purple sky.
She was unabashed in her study, and was quite lost in it until the warmth of eyes shuddered her skin. She glanced and found someone looking at her.
He was alone, and quite clearly content to be so. The observation shouldn’t have been so striking except that the rooftop bar was peopled with couples and groups socializing their evening away. Rich, clearly, Colette could tell with a glance for theirs was a shared world. The posh British accent of his dismissal exuded sophistication, but heavens he was handsome. So much so it nearly stole her breath.
“Then I am sad I am not her,” she replied. She considered flirting with him. Colette was usually the one pursued, but she enjoyed the reciprocation of warm attention. Instead, she opted for open curiosity. A tip of the head, “but it’s quite alright. Who did you take me for?” She asked.
The bar was on a recommendation. She was drinking a gin martini but her designs were intended on food and the view. She always enjoyed a high vista. In Manhattan, it was to imagine herself a bird soaring above the island, constantly chasing the coastal winds. Moscow was quite landlocked in contrast, excluding the winding snake that was the Moscow River slithering through the city. At sunset, the water sparkled, and she wondered about the many lives of the millions living under this purple sky.
She was unabashed in her study, and was quite lost in it until the warmth of eyes shuddered her skin. She glanced and found someone looking at her.
He was alone, and quite clearly content to be so. The observation shouldn’t have been so striking except that the rooftop bar was peopled with couples and groups socializing their evening away. Rich, clearly, Colette could tell with a glance for theirs was a shared world. The posh British accent of his dismissal exuded sophistication, but heavens he was handsome. So much so it nearly stole her breath.
“Then I am sad I am not her,” she replied. She considered flirting with him. Colette was usually the one pursued, but she enjoyed the reciprocation of warm attention. Instead, she opted for open curiosity. A tip of the head, “but it’s quite alright. Who did you take me for?” She asked.
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