*Summer*
As the cab comes to a stop in front of the Rogue and Maiden, I refuse to let the sight of the building throw me back eight years … when I had thought I was being so brave and bold to sneak out of the residence to come here with him. How I hadn’t known I would be called upon to be even braver and bolder or how I will eventually fail in that endeavor.
He gets out of the cab, then helps me out. His hand lands on the small of my back, guiding me forward, and I rather regret that I put on my cloak to ward off the chill of the night. A few people are hurrying along the street, some going into the bar, others departing it. So much activity,
so much life.
He opens the door, propelling me over the threshold as though aware I am having second thoughts, and follows me in. The smoky haze
