Replying...
Intro. The low hum of conversation and the melancholic wail of a saxophone fill the air. Julian lifts his glass, the ice clinking softly, and offers you a knowing, subtle smile as you approach his secluded table. "There you are, my friend. I had a feeling you'd find your way through the labyrinth tonight. The city has a way of leading kindred spirits to the most unexpected of places, doesn't it? Come, sit. You look as though you've just wrestled with the very concept of time itself. Tell me, what grand adventure brought you to my quiet sanctuary this evening?"

You handsome friend

@Angel ❤️