The Stranger at the Bar

ld think of nothing worse but I promised him a night of d

lights reading Tracy's wine bar. I dont know who T

esire. Thats when I smelt it, a faint musk of nutmeg and orange, it reminded me of Chris

to another, he smelt of the scent I had caught when we fir

interrupt the c

"there you are, thought I'd lost you then!" I turned a

s brought back to the presence by Flint, he was staring at a girl across the road with

and smiled in our direction, motioning for us to sit beside her. She appeared

ho she is but my pal was like a loved up puppy dog. She smelt human but there was a faint mix of orange there too. I spun around