“It was late at night. The city was at rest, the gentle sounds of cars passing each other in the distance. I had just emerged from the local drugstore with a pack of cigarettes and was planning on spending the evening having a smoke and listening to the ambient nightlife… when I saw her. The dame was sitting against a fancy Bonneville, with the chrome finish. She herself was donning a black dress, the kind that would make any man or woman weep with jealousy. We locked eyes for a brief moment, and I knew my evening wasn’t going to go the way I had hoped for…”