But on one miserable thursday night, two bottle of jack in... she showed up. He noticed her in the middle of a crowded room. Blonde hair glowing under the dim lights, like she was the only bright spot in a world full of shadows. She walked past him, close enough that he could catch a whiff of her perfume, something light, something floral. He hated how it made his head spin. She didn’t look at him, didn’t even acknowledge his existence, and that was new. It was unsettling.