Nikolai
I love taking Chelle to the Red Room. We haven’t been out together, other than our bicycle rides around the lakeshore or shopping, and I enjoy the thought of spoiling her. Or maybe I just like the idea of fitting into her life. As strange as that dinner with Skate 32 had been, I liked seeing a glimpse of her life. How she thinks when she works. Now I get to see how she plays.
“Well, hello, you two,” her girlfriend Shanna greets us when we arrive, sliding a cocktail napkin across the bar in front of each of us.
“Nikolai, this is Shanna. I think you sort of met last time.”
“We did.” I put my hand out to shake hers.
“He was mad at me for trying to help you get laid. But it looks like it all worked out in the end, right?” She winks at Chelle, who blushes a pretty pink.
“Don’t med
