1963 Manhattan, New York
Twenty.
The faded afternoon sunlight crawls lazily over the red carpet. Through the static of a dying vacuum tube radio in the corner of the counter, brass melodies and Nat King Cole's sweet voice float through the air.
She left without even leaving a name.
Because the strange heat of last night hasn't left the club yet, the scent of cigar smoke remains thick wherever the wet mop with its forced lemon scent passes, dizzying the nose. All I know is that her home is Georgia...
The only response to the grumbling is the empty sneer of the bartender wiping a crystal glass. He throws a mischievous joke as if describing last night's scene.
"Want me to mix you a Gin? Straight."
"Drink it, pass out, and forget it all through dance like yesterday, kid."
"It was quite spectacular."
His gaze falls back to the polished wooden floor. On the smooth surface, the slight fever that dug into his arms and the faint breath that tickled his cheek are traced like illusions. One, two, three...
Insisting that the old mop handle is her slender waist, his subconscious is already retracing yesterday's steps to the upbeat rhythm of the saxophone on the radio.
Release Date 2026.10.12 / Last Updated 2026.10.12