29 - Dreams (2/2)
It was well into the night, that early March and the warmer yet still cold air of the looming spring drenched Alex's exposed skin. The gentle breeze ignited goose bumps to raise on the smooth pale surface, crawling from her lower back up to the nape of her neck. There was a certain angst in the atmosphere as Alex inhaled a ragged breath. An electric surge of stresses was set off as Alex kicked the brakes. The smell of cooling concrete and the soul of cigarette smoke and alcohol, the lively ambience and the colorful lights, and the overall sense and every single aspect of that street was a painful trip of nostalgia. Alex tossed her keys to the valet driver who was attentively waiting by her opened door. Patient as he was, he wore a genuine grin and was high in the ranks of best customer s
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