my eyes dart back and forth from the brick buildings bathed in neon fluorescence and the luminous LCD screen as i attempt to pinpoint my destination. as i slowly come to a stop, a familiar figure stands on the sidewalk with her clutch in tow and a pair of inviting eyes with sight lines triangulating towards my position.
"hey," i meekly regurgitate the words as i am simultaneously nervous, yet captivated.
"bonjour, mon ami," she reciprocates while grabbing the door handle. she falls into the passenger seat and i can feel her surrounding warm air wash over me.
her scent reminds me of past passions.
her demeanor reminds me of everlasting endearment.
her beauty reminds me of devastating destruction.
"how was work?" i'm desperately trying to kick-start a conversation to further ourselves away from silence.
"i made some extra cash, and i wanted to spend it with you. let's get something to drink," she says with an air of positivity and cordiality.
she consults her phone for our eventual destination while i steal glances out of my periphery. i see her face alight from the brightness emanating from her hands as the rays disperse across her soft face. the contours and curves sculpt a perfect portrait that i long to carress with the back of my hand.
i refrain from contact and inhale deeply.
she reaches out and lays her hand on my forearm, i relax as i feel her hand melt into me.
without lifting her eyes, she whispers, "this will be all over soon."
it is within that moment that i've discovered catharsis and comfort in her presence.