Harley

Charlie

My boots crunched on the loose stones underfoot as a couple of men catcalled me. I ignored them and kept on walking with my chin high.

At the end of the line at the registration table I was forced to cut through the crowd. Men slid aside as I elbowed my way through, muttering apologies as I went. Some of them tried to get my attention and asked me to keep them company while they waited. Like the catcallers they were only ignored.

I finally escaped the mass of drivers and arrived at the front of the line where Harley was chatting with a guy she seemed to know well enough. The conversation was light and friendly as I stepped around to her side of the table.

Harley looked up at me. Her blue eyes, normally bright and almost aquamarine in the day, were like sapphires at night. Her tanned skin was covered in swirling dark tattoos and her lips were dark red.

“Charlie!” Harley got to her feet and threw her arms around my shoulders. She gave me a tight squeeze before stepping back and