Strasbourg station fades. Train jolts into night. Dim vee-light glows. Compartiment half-full. I settle opposite you. Green suit hugs my curves. White blouse hints lace bra. Blonde hair cascades. Eyes shut, but senses sharp. Day mask cracks. No more courtroom…
Luxury car idles. City throbs outside. Neon pulses. Horns blare. My hands clench the wheel. Tight. Philippe in the rearview. Lips move. ‘Léa,’ he whispers. Soundless. But it hits. Electric. Heart slams. I crave it. Leap out. Window down. Crush…
City café buzz. Midday escape from office grind. Heart pounds. He’s there. Romain. On time. Stéph called him a jerk. Told me to stay proud. Or crash hard. Steps closer. Smile fails. Nerves. What to say? Music? Books? Lame. He…