"You can run into me anytime, angel."
His chin is square; his nose straight. Dark hair is combed back above the mask, and it curls around his ears. His white shirt is open at the collar—no tie.
And those eyes are hungry as they track up and down my body, but unlike those other men inside with their wandering eyes... this time, I welcome it. I want his gaze on me, lingering where my hard n*****s press against my dress. Eyes and hands and lips and teeth—
Who cares if this is a dream? Even if it is, it's the best one I've had in a long time. I beam up at the stranger, my mask shifting against my nose. His is pitch black, while mine is ivory and lace.
"Well, how will I find you to run into you again?"
The stranger's smile is crooked. "Don't you think we'd recognize each other? After this?
