and glossy that it looked like a midnight waterfall.
“You’re staring,” the goddess said, speaking not in the
language of the gods, but in everyday English.
Cassia jerked in her chair. She felt her face flushing. The
woman smiled, and her beauty was so dazzling that it was hard
to look at her face. She was astounding. The kind of beauty
that wasn’t supposed to exist outside of technology and digital
enhancements.
“I’m…sorry?”
The woman grinned. “Can I sit here?”
“Uh, you already are.”
“Can I stay?”
Cassia would have done just about anything to make that a
reality, even though that seemed borderline desperate. This
woman was a complete stranger, but Cassia didn’t want her to
leave. If she left, Cassia might never see her again. That would
feel like a tragedy. It would be a tragedy.
“Y-yes?” Why did that sound like a question?
“Adalynn,” the other woman offered with a smile. “Now
we’re not strangers.”
She flagged a passing waitress down and ordered two gin
and tonics. It wasn’t clear whether they were to share, or if
they were both for her. Cassia wrapped her fingers around her
nearly full drink, now gone warm since she’d had it sitting in
front of her for over an hour while she waited for her client to
show up. She still wasn’t sure if that was the right word.
Client. She didn’t want to be called a professional. There was
something about the word that was ugly.
Adalynn said nothing until the drinks were deposited in
front of her. She paid for them with a twenty and waved off