The Real Painter

Time slowed down for the two of them, everything around them from the people walking and dancing to the bartenders mixing drinks, they were all in slow-motion as Cassandra was looking at Lucas with a serious expression on her face. 

"What were you going to say to me, Cassandra?" He asked again.

Her mind seemed to be preoccupied with something else at the time, Cassandra didn't hear Lucas talking, the sound started to drown out while her vision started to blur. Before she knew it, she seemed to be cut off from the real world and stuck inside her thoughts, all alone. 

"Cassy? Hello? Can you hear me?" Lucas called out to her once again while waving one of his hands near her eyes, but to his surprise, he didn't get a response.