She ordered a cognac and the bartender handed her the drink with a smile that showcased the hospitality of the Japanese so rarely seen. The first two sips relaxed her body and she found herself swaying a little to the tune of the music.
Her peripheral vision told her she was being watched and she titled her head just in time to catch a young man at the end of the bar studying her.
He looked native, yet there was a hint of foreign ancestry in his face, as though he was born from another land. Yet there was something in him that seemed too strange, a little too different. Something too ethereal.
Suddenly, he was walking towards Samantha, looking at her eyes. She felt something stir within her. A connection. A tingle. A strange sensation alien to her. But she cannot look away. She was entranced by the man, now smiling at her.
A soothing voice entered Samantha's ear, begging her to listen intently to every word spoken. "Ishin Denshin."
RATINGS BREAKDOWN
POST A COMMENT
Wanna say something? Make yourself heard!
We reserve the right to delete spam, flames, or other nasty stuff.









