A street of bars that I am not unfamiliar with; I have been here before.
Finding The Azure Haze Bar, I walked in.
Inside, the lights were changing, the music was noisy, and this kind of lively atmosphere made me frown slightly. I didn't particularly like places where such mingling occurred.
Walking in, sweeping my gaze, I saw Elizabeth Rodriguez sitting at the bar.
She was so conspicuous, wearing a red long dress that wrapped around her exquisite figure, leading down to a pair of black silk-wrapped jade legs, long and straight, full of allure.
Her stunningly beautiful face, when illuminated by the lights, shone brightly and was captivatingly beautiful, dazzling in its allure.
At this moment, she lost the usual grace, and wisdom; her tightly furrowed Emily-like brows, her melancholic eyes, were all revealing her inner sorrow.
I walked over and sat down beside her.
