The soft hum of the club’s music vibrated through the walls, pulsing low like a heartbeat. Lights shifted in red and blue as Lucy slipped quietly out of the main floor and into the hallway that led to the restrooms. Her heels clicked against the tiles, the sound almost lost beneath the muffled bass.
She pushed open the door and stepped into the bathroom. The lights were dim but warm, and a faint floral scent hung in the air. She entered one of the stalls, handling her business in silence, trying to block out the night, the noise, and the image of Barry with his perfect fiancée.
As she stepped out and washed her hands, voices floated through the door.
Two girls entered, giggling as their heels tapped against the floor.
"Did you see her dress? That slit could kill a man," one of them sai
