Calling Her

Jesse

I found myself walking over to the studio that Audrey had rented. She had been gone for over a week now, but no one else had taken over the place. It wasn’t like there was much demand for real estate in the town. Hell, for all I knew, Audrey might still be renting the place.

Either way, the door was unlocked, and I headed inside. I grabbed one of the beers that I had stashed there and sat heavily on the couch, running my hand absently across the leather as I thought about Audrey in there. I would give anything to see her dance one more time.

In my mind’s eye, I could see her that one night, when we had come here after our date. She had looked so ethereal and beautiful as she spun around barefoot, dancing to music that only she could hear. It was so different from the way that she danced at Gabby’s, but both were equally entrancing. The thing about her dancing here, though, was that it was all for me. There was no one else to see her. No other audience.

And that was part of why I