“Will I see you again? Will you call me?”, Carrie asked under her voice.

Shane simply nodded.

“I’d be glad to see you again…”, Carrie added, too dense to notice the cold shoulder that Shane was now giving her, “…You do amazing things with your –“.

“It’s okay, Carrie. I’ll call you”, Shane said, knowing well that it was a lie. She had already fucked that woman twice. She wasn’t intentioned to create a third occasion. She just wanted to have fun and move on because love was a bitch and she didn’t want to risk anything even slightly similar to what had happened with Lacey or Jenny.

Carrie, by her part, seemed satisfied with Shane’s answer because she nodded, and walked to the couch. She leaned forward, with the clear intention of kissing Shane on the lips, but Shane turned her head and Carrie’s lips collided with her cheek.

Carrie got up and ducked her head to a side, grinning. Her face looked a bit confused, but Shane didn’t mind. She just gave her a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and waved her hand in the air, as if to tell her that she could go.

When she heard the door close quietly and Carrie’s stilettos walk along the corridor, Shane rested her head back, against the couch, and inhaled deeply.

The room smelled like sex and like a woman Shane saw as a complete stranger. She stood up, opened the windows and let the cool breeze of the night invade everything. She breathed in and sighed, shoving her hands deep into her pockets.

After some minutes of intense meditation, Shane seemed to make up her mind and, leaving the windows wide open, grabbed her leather jacket, turned the doorknob of the front door and got out.

The corridor was silent, every door closed. Shane walked quietly to the backstairs and climbed up, on the roof of the building.

Up there, there was a wide terrace that towered over the street. Shane snuggled deeper into the warmth of her jacket as the wind of the night played with her hair. She paced the terrace slowly, pensively, then saw an outline in a corner.

Shane narrowed her eyes, stopping mid-step, watching the figure sitting on the concrete pavement, her knees bent up and touching her chest. She heard a soft noise, and realized that the figure had just flipped through the page of a book.