Glints of feeling, shards of thought. A breath, a line, a moment suspended.
Echoes of Applause
A table of women smiled wide—genuine, glowing. I picked the song. I took the mic. I sang. And they loved that I did.
Warm Orbit
The couple didn’t speak to me, but I felt them. The shared vibe, the soft orbit of energy looping between us all night.
A Gaze, Received
Not quite flirtation. Not quite fantasy. But something in the glances that landed told me: I was being seen, and felt.