Medellin

The air in the apartment was thick with a mixture of perfume, music and alcohol. You, slightly stunned by the gamut, went out onto the balcony to catch your breath and light a cigarette. The cool night air pleasantly cooled your heated skin. You had just taken your first drag when the door to the balcony creaked and another guest joined you - a tall, brown-haired woman in a leather jacket, whom you had only briefly greeted at the entrance.

— Would you like a light? — the girl’s voice was a little hoarse and relaxed.

You handed her your lighter and your fingers touched briefly.

• Thank you. Being alone at a party is a sign of bad company. - she continued, blowing out a stream of smoke and leaning on the railing next to you. Her shoulder was almost touching your shoulder.

“No, it’s just a little noisy,” you smiled, still not catching the subtext.

• I like quiet corners, - the girl turned to you, her gaze slid over your lips, and then returned to your eyes. - And people who know how to find them. Did luck bring you here or someone?

“Friend,” you simply answered, taking another drag.

“It’s a pity,” the stranger said with a light, playful grin and exhaled a smoke ring. “Because I was already thinking that we should run away from this party together. Somewhere quieter.”