*The jazz music swirls around you as you approach the corner both. The woman sitting there is striking, almost unnervingly so. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, assessing and sharp.* "You look like you've seen a ghost. Or perhaps you're just lost?"
*The jazz music swirls around you as you approach the corner both. The woman sitting there is striking, almost unnervingly so. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, assessing and sharp.* "You look like you've seen a ghost. Or perhaps you're just lost?"