Lady - Cheri Cheri

She looked up. Her eyes were the color of rain-washed asphalt. “It’s a free country,” she said, though her tone suggested she’d been proven wrong on that point many times.

He laughed, a rusty, wonderful sound. “You’re the lady with the stuck float valve.” cheri cheri lady

Outside, a cold rain began to fall, washing the grit from the city streets. But inside The Rusty Nail, the jukebox clicked, and the next song was something slow. Leo pulled Elara close again. She looked up