You'll Never Find Me (Charlastor)

Unusual day

It was just another night in New Orleans.

The fresh breeze blew through the streets, and songs played in the background because of the establishments on Paris Avenue.

Jazz music, bars, and dance clubs are all creating a show of noises. People crowded the brightly lit streets. Some people were going home from work, while some were there to relax with their friends or by themselves.

With all those wondrous noises The Big Easy has to offer every night, this night was a peculiar one.

Buried by the vibrant nightlife were hurried steps, desperate ones. They echoed in the alleys, crossing the farther part of the Avenue.

A dark figure was the source of the sound. It was running desperately, almost trembling and hitting the obstacles in front of it.

Not far from there, a tall, skinny, tanned man was humming a song while calmly walking in the street. His hands were behind him, slightly shaking his head while dancing to the rhythm he was humming.

The man's brown eyes looked up to the night sky through his sizable, round glasses. A smile formed on his face while he was mesmerized by the moon and the shining stars above. It was abruptly interrupted by a figure running in front of him. His whole body collided against it.

The impact pushed his body back, almost falling. Fortunately, his legs were quick enough to hold their weight and get equilibrium. His glasses slipped off his face, but lucky enough not to fall on the ground. It was hanging on the tip of his nose after the impact.

He shook his head a bit, trying to understand what had happened. Then, he heard the figure exclaim in pain on the floor. The figure was a woman with long yellow locks, rosy cheeks, and pale skin.

"Oh my!" The brunette exclaimed while offering his hand to help the lady. "I'm so sorry, my dear. I didn't see you."

The girl looked terrified before looking up. Her body even contracted, pulling her hand closer to her. Her big eyes went to make contact with the brunette's eyes. She sighed in relief as soon as she recognized that she didn't know the man who was willing to help her stand. But at the same time, she stopped for a few seconds, mesmerizing the man.

"That's okay. It was my fault after all." She chuckled, holding his hand to pull herself up.

"Are you okay?" He asked, releasing her hand after she stood up while adjusting his glasses and clothes.

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking. And you?" She adjusted her dress, and then she shyly put a lock of hair behind her ear. Her eyes wanted to mesmerize the man more like she was curious about him.

"I'm fine, okay? No scratches to worry about!" He smiled and put his hands behind him again while studying the girl. "May I ask, why the hurry, dear?" He tilted his head a little while half, closing his eyes and raising one of his eyebrows.

"Oh, that..." She began to giggle nervously. "I-hm- I got scared by—hm-" Her eyes were wandering around to try to make up an excuse. "A cat! Silly me." She put her hand over her cheek in a flustered manner.

"I see..." He smiled suspiciously and then raised his head a little, still studying the woman in front of him. "I believe- I never saw you around here... Are you new in the city, darling?"

"Yes!" She smiled. "I'm just visiting New Orleans for the first time! I want- Will be here for a few months-weeks." She was running over her own words. Then she put her hand over her neck, shyly again. "Let's say I didn't plan it very well... And I needed some fresh air." She giggled.

"Fair enough. I must say, you chose an excellent place to spend your vacations then!" He seemed excited for the girl, now gesturing with his hand. "But it's a bit late for a mademoiselle to be running around the city all alone." He pointed out. "Where are you heading to, if you don't mind me asking?"