A sheer off-white shawl draped over her shoulders allowed the light material to pop off of her brown skin. Black peep-toe booties added four inches to her five-foot-four frame. She quickly evaluated her image in the mirror and extended her arm to the reflection, as if offering a handshake to see how her outfit moved. She hadn’t done that in years. You’re nervous. She wiggled her shoulders. Shake it off. This is old hat, Leo.
She didn’t know what situation awaited her at the Metro Hotel but she was as ready as she’d ever be.
In Tune by JN Welsh