Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
Moodlist Starlight - Dave Charm - Rema Maze - Alina Baraz Desire - Cleo Sol Facts - HER
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Up until this very moment, I hadn't known what to make of the thought of her being in my space.
When we were in the thick of our relationship, many miles away from here, it felt like we were living an alternate life. One that I was intent on integrating with my own, back home, but distinct nonetheless.
"So this is you?" The lyrical quality of her voice didn't so much I cut into my thoughts. It was more comparable to a soft hand, gently cupping my chin and turning it to bring my gaze in line with that of my unknowing muse.
Seated opposite me, was the most beautiful, most complicated woman I'd ever had the pleasure of knowing.
With her hair parted to the side, flirty baby hairs did a hell of a job framing exquisite features.
She certainly did not look like what she had been through.
But it manifested in other ways.
Or at least, it used to.
Her MO was once all about immemorability. To appear so mundane and so average that nobody would remember even passing you in the street. To have no distinctive clothes, markings or habits.
Everything she did was with the intent to be forgotten.
But one look at her rendered me captivated.
She made the most monotonous tasks worthy of keen observation.
As part of this facade, she kept her emotions locked in a place far from where they could be perceived by others.
To look her in the eye was to look into thin air.
The knowledge of its existence wasn't quite enough to allow the naked eye to observe its existence.
Lucky for me, I wasn't a man that was easily deterred.
I was very stubborn though, which is why it took me until being confronted with her, to realise how badly I'd been trying to recreate even a fraction of the energy that flowed between us.
"Yeah, this is me, brick and mortar." The seating by the bar gave the diner a great view of the chefs, as they hustled and bustled through the kitchen, preparing cover after cover.
The concept wasn't revolutionary, but I didn't quite know how much went into capturing the vibe I wanted.
The height of the bar, the way the cooking stations were positioned, and all of the health and safety protocol around keeping customers far enough from the heat of the stove to avoid steam burns and otherwise unpleasant injuries.
But in the end, I got exactly what I wanted.
Even while the restaurant was completely vacant of patrons and staff, it felt incredibly intimate.
