Resolutions

“Where are you?” Alastor mumbled lowly. He briskly walked with no manner of care around the people he stumbled upon. His eyes examined hastily around and there she was. Not too far at the fountain of glasses of wine, behind it, she was laughing with someone pretentiously. She raised half of the glass when she looked at him and drank slowly. She said something at her companion and left. Alastor walked by, carefully this time.

“Dashing,” Layla commented. She poured another bottle of champagne. A waitress came at him and offered a glass. He accepted and poured himself a wine too.

“Why are you here, Layla?” Alastor’s voice was gruff, unsettling for her to hear, but he didn’t mind, like the crowds behind him. “You aren’t supposed to be here.”

Layla raised with contemplative look. “Is that how you start to pick up the girls you like?”