As they walked out of the Sapphire Lounge together, the neon light flickered once and died, leaving them in the quiet, honest dark of a new beginning.
Marcus sat at the corner of the mahogany bar, his fingers tracing the rim of a glass he’d barely touched. He was waiting for the one person who could either fix his world or end it. When the door chimed, he didn't have to look up to know it was her. The air simply changed; it became heavier, sweeter.
Marcus didn't answer with words. He just tightened his grip on her hand, watching their reflection in the mirror behind the bar—two people tired of the game, finally deciding that the prize was worth the price of admission. Last Night (feat. Keyshia Cole)
"I didn't think you'd have the nerve to call," she countered. Her eyes were sharp, searching his face for the lie she was sure was hiding there.
The bar’s jukebox began to play a slow, soulful melody—a song about missing someone who’s standing right in front of you. Keyshia leaned in, her hand hovering near his on the bar. As they walked out of the Sapphire Lounge
Should we expand on to see why he's so hesitant, or
Keyshia walked in like a storm disguised as a sunrise. She slid onto the stool next to him, not saying a word, her presence a loud demand for the truth. When the door chimed, he didn't have to
She looked at him for a long beat, the silence between them filled with the ghosts of their past arguments and the hope of their future. Slowly, she leaned her head against his shoulder.