On my way into work one morning, I was sitting at the stoplight at Neil and Lane Avenues. I looked out of my window, off to the north east corner, and through the window to Tommy’s Pizza.
Sitting there, at the corner table, was a beautiful woman. Light was in her eyes, but her hair was black and smooth. She was not young, but neither was she old; ageless was her age. There was laughter about her, but her manner hid it. She sat, leaning forward, gazing out the window and smiling at me.
I knew her, an old friend. Her name resonated in my mind.
Nyx.
Night. Daughter of Chaos, mother of Eris.
I watched her watch me, as she sat at the table in Tommy’s. Her eyes twinkled, never leaving mine. Her long-fingered hands reached out, wrapping around a glass of Coke and brought the straw to her full, red lips. I caught a wink as she sipped, and watched her replace the glass on the table. The corners of her mouth twitched in a smile, and I watched her bring a slice of pizza to her mouth. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she savoured the taste, and the satisfied smile that graced her lips was remarkably seductive.
One more wink, and my light turned green. She was gone.
