One was tall, with hair like soot and skin the colour of coffee, the girl a petite pale pixie. He was guiding her, gently, one hand in hers the other on her waist. Her eyes were cloudy skies blue; his had turned to brown flame with concern.
They moved through the crowd, wafting like only partially there. They were a pair, a king a queen, a puzzle fitting perfectly together – if only for the pieces missing.
Suddenly she started crying, "Take me home, Freddie, and take me away from here please! Please, Freddie!"
His eyes flashed darker, as he steered her away, eyes locked on...