Note: the images we linked to are not of us.
We arrived at the club at about midnight. As our driver opened the rear door of the towncar, the headlights of oncoming traffic flashed against Roxanne’s blond hair. For a long moment, she illuminated the dark street. Gracefully, she stepped up to the curb; her gold jewelry perfectly complimenting the black cocktail dress, black patent leather heels and sheer stockings. I followed, wearing a black suit with a white shirt and an open collar.
