As it turned out, she liked where the tea leaves had fallen just fine—for they’d hit it off just as breezily and effortlessly as they had earlier in the night; more so due to the addition of live music and alcohol. So much so, in fact, that by the time the bartender had given last call she had reached a bold and somewhat uncharacteristic decision: which was that she’d give herself to this man completely and without reservation. If, of course, he were to so much as ask. And if he could answer a few questions of her own.
“Like, what’s your real name, cowboy?”
He didn’t hesitate before saying, “That’s it. Equinox. I was born during an eclipse.” He took a sip of beer and she appreciated the fact that he hadn’t drunk himself into a stupor by now like most men. “As for your second question, wh
