Natasha

The neon glow of a late-night diner painted the wet asphalt in streaks of pink and blue. I hunched against the chill, my hands deep in my pockets. A woman stepped out of the shadows. Hey, sorry to bother you she said, her voice a low murmur. "I was supposed to meet my girlfriend at that ramen place with the giant dragon mural. Do you know which one that is? My phone died. She smiled, a flash of white in the dark, and I found myself smiling back.