Have we met?

Jasmine pushed open the door into the cool night air, a paradise in comparison to the stifling heat inside. The parking lot was sparse, as usual, despite the bar being packed beyond capacity. This wasn’t abnormal, she had become accustomed to that oddity in this world. She found her comfortable spot against the wall, just outside reach of the single light above the door. This was her time to recharge away from everything.

A match lit up a few feet away. The woman, dark olive-toned skin, black hair that hung in model-like waves around her shoulders, a dark brown cigarette held between two long fingers. She lit it and inhaled deeply, before the match was extinguished disappearing into darkness.

Looking back at her feet in the dark, Jasmine knew she had seen that woman before. In fact, it was here, in this same spot. Maybe another frequent visitor.

The clip clop of heels approached and she could make out the shape of the woman, who inhaled her cigarette the glowing orange ember lighting her face slightly.

“Back again?” Her voice sounded like Mrs. Butterworth’s syrup, rich, thick, buttery, and sweet, with a depth of timbre that was alluring in an uncomfortable way.

“I’m sorry?” she responded, thinking her voice sounded squeaky in comparison to the vixen before her. Now she felt painfully aware of her mediocre average appearance, looking down at her own dirty Chucks and faded jeans.

“I see you’re back again. It’s hard to stay away, I know.” She gave a throaty chuckle.

“Have we met?” Jasmine asked in what she’s now accepted must be a tiny, squeaky voice. Had she always had that voice? She internally groaned to herself. No wonder she was alone.

“Not yet, but I’ve seen you around, and I know you’ve seen me too.” This startled and embarrassed Jasmine. Yes, she had seen her, but they’ve never met. This Venus of a woman wasn’t someone she’d actually talk to. No, she was accustomed to staying in her normal human lane, avoiding the oddities of this new world.

The goddess inhaled deeply, lips upturned slightly at the corners in a playful smirk, looking up and down at Jasmine. “Chucks.” she nodded approvingly.

“Huh?” Jasmine’s heart pounded loudly in her ears, “Oh. Yeah. Love em.” she squeaked awkwardly.

The raven-haired beauty flicked the remaining portion of her cigarette, it falling in front of Jasmine. Without thought, she stepped on the glowing ember to extinguish it.

“How safety conscious of you.” the beauty purred with a smirk. She started walking away, the clip clop of her heels bouncing off the building behind Jasmine. “Until next time.” she looked back over her shoulder with a sensual and mischievous look at Jasmine. “Soon.”