One year later
Tyler wasn't about to wait another minute, this chick was late and he wasn't having it. Her picture wasn't that great anyway, likely there were better looking women in the club tonight - like the one coming down the sidewalk at that moment. Her hair was straight black, eyes dark, figure a perfect hour glass. Out of habit his eyes fell to her hand to look for rings. When she stopped right in front of him he prepared to give her directions, she didn't really look like she belonged here anyway, she was like a magazine cut-out dropped onto the Brooklyn sidewalk. "Hey, Tyler?"
His usual swagger fled faster than a gambler from a bookie. He swallowed. "Um, yeah. That's he. I mean me. I'm Tyler." She smiled, eyebrows raised and extended a manicured hand.
"Medusa. Shall we get out
