“Rough night?”

    Eleanor’s eyes flickered to ones of a starless night.

    “Huh?” Eleanor blinked with an amused huff leaving the stranger, and her wine-colored locks brushed against her tan skin as she gave a slight nod.

    “I’ll take that as a yes.”

    “I…” Eleanor frowned slightly while the woman took a sip. “Just… long.”

    “Mmm,” she hummed into her drink. “This city does that to all the days hun.”

    “I-” Eleanor paused with her eyes flickering over the woman in quick discovery, but her haste would fade in the woman’s carefree attire.

    Her grey shirt was deeply cut by a tear, gifting Eleanor a generous view of the abundantly filled bra that was made of a deep red mesh. The infiltrator’s gaze was not nearly as discreet as her skills of stealth could be, and a smirk whispered over the woman’s lips at her continued attention with Eleanor’s gaze drifting further down. Dark jeans clung to the stranger’s toned thighs until feeding into her leather boots that started a few inches below her knees.

    “Should I get you another drink?”

    “What? Huh?!” Eleanor’s eyes flew back to the stranger’s before darting to her own drink that was still mostly full. “Uh… I mean… I only…” her voice trailed off before her blush grew deeper, and her eyes swiftly returned to the woman along with her focus.

“She’s hopeless, and adorable… she could be my weakness.”