A night out at the bar all by herself on a Friday has been Nessaâs very own tradition ever since she was old enough to attend such places. The dark haired woman sat at the back: her favorite spot. There seemed to be a live act performing that night so she felt curious enough to stay till then. Sometimes local talent really blew her away. And then: there it was, the promised show. Her eyes widened at the sight of the woman performing... she seemed very familiar but, could it be her? She looked different, and Nessa couldnât tell if it was a good or a bad âdifferentâ but she definitely looked all grown up now. She enjoyed the performance quietly in the back, finishing her drink, then decided to approach her by the end of it. âHey...â, she said softly, tapping her shoulder. âThat was amazingâ, she smiled at her. âLong time no seeâ // @prcslcylwâ
