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ᵃ/ⁿ: ᴵ ˢʷⁱᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵗˡᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ
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As the burning candle flickered on Callums night stand, Evara looked back at herself in the mirror. She ran her hands down her plum colored plunge halter top. She wore a dark indigo low waisted denim skirt and one of Callums black Leather bomber jackets. If he had seen her leave in the five thousand dollar jacket he would've stopped her. She placed her hand in the jacket pockets taking out her piercing. She hadn't worn it in a while but she was reminded of it when Callum had questioned why there was a small hole near her navel.
Evara slipped the small silver piercing into place, the faint sting at her skin almost grounding her. She tilted her head toward the candlelight one last time, checking her reflection. For a moment, she thought about Callum how he'd tighten his jaw if he saw her like this, how he'd probably try to talk her out of going.
She stepped outside reading that the uber wouldn't be toothe time she boarded the train, the night air still clinging to her skin, she spotted Fleur right away. Fleur always carried herself like the room was already hers, legs crossed, glossy hair pinned back as she scrolled through her phone. Her red lips curved when she noticed Evara slipping into the seat across from her.
"You look like trouble," Fleur said, eyes sweeping over her outfit with approval.
"Maybe I am," Evara replied, tugging the jacket a little tighter, as if Callum's presence lingered in the leather.
The train lurched forward, the two of them caught in its rhythm.
Evara smiled faintly, but her heart thudded harder with each passing stop. She wasn't used to these nights, Fleur lived for the velvet ropes, the dim lights, the music that made conversation impossible.
By the time the train finally screeched into their stop, Fleur was already on her feet, phone and lipstick tucked neatly into her clutch. She grabbed Evara's hand without hesitation, pulling her out onto the platform. The city air wrapped around them, damp and alive, neon spilling from signs across the street. Taxis honked and somewhere close the muffled thump of bass could already be heard.
"Come on," Fleur said, slipping easily into the flow of the crowd, her heels clicking against the pavement. Evara followed, tugging the jacket close again, half-hoping no one noticed her nerves.
They turned down a narrow street where a red glow pulsed from the end like a heartbeat.
Once they got in, Evara could feel the tension already in the air. Not a bad or good tension but one that told her she felt she was to leave sooner than expected. At first it was just Fleur and her speaking about Callum and ordering exotic drinks. It didn't take long for them to get that buzz that they came there for.
