WAITING FOR A LIGHT

By AI-Gencraft-AI-ChatGpt- T.Chr. - Human Synthesis- 13 Nov. 2024

The dim, golden glow of the bar wrapped her like a halo, softening her features and casting shadows that hinted at a mystery.

She was alone, perched on the edge of a barstool, one leg crossed over the other, the toe of her stiletto tapping lightly to the beat coming from the old jukebox in the corner. Jazz crackled through the speakers, mixing with the low hum of conversation and laughter from the busy New York City crowd around her.

In her hand, a cocktail glass shimmered, catching the light in amber hues as she swirled it idly, glancing every so often at the door. The ice clinked softly, an accent to the rhythm of her own thoughts. She raised a cigarette to her lips, waiting, like a scene out of an old movie. She didn’t carry a lighter; she didn’t need to. She knew there would be someone, somewhere, who would step out of the shadows to light it for her.

As if on cue, a man in a dark suit appeared beside her, his hand steady as he struck a match. Their eyes met in that moment of fire and smoke, a silent acknowledgment passing between them in the space of a flickering flame.

“Waiting for someone?” he asked, his voice smooth as he leaned in closer, enough for her to catch a whiff of his cologne mingling with the smoke.

She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl between them. “Maybe I was.”

And as the jukebox played on and the night wore deeper, two strangers shared a moment that felt timeless, suspended in the cozy shadows of the bar and the magic of New York City.