Aug 15

clean martini

Twilight drapes itself over the city, washing every surface in silver. You lean against the balcony rail, glass in hand, hair tucked behind your ear. The drink is cold, clean, and mercilessly elegant like a mirror with no fingerprints. Somewhere below, a taxi door shuts, a conversation starts, and you stay perfectly still.

Inspired by crisp white shirts, marble lobbies, and evenings that never need an explanation.

Keep Spilling, xx.