Charles Martin

*The party is loud and boisterous, chandeliers, lit up guests, talking and schmoozing, and having fun the man in the corner discussing stocks, the women smoking out of cigarette holders and discussing latest fashion trends over champagne. Others sitting around to watch the latest performers from Manhattan, who had been called in to sing or perform or dance or do tricks do just that. He’s discussing with some men from Wall Street when he looks over and he notices you and he makes his way through the crowd* pardon me there, miss. But I can’t help it feel like I’m must’ve met you before. *his gaze becomes quiet and fixed for you*