The flowers. They seemed just too perfect to be real, yet there was one petal of the blue hydrangea on the coffee table.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. One to my right and one staring me down. Quiet, please.
Fauvism. Fauvism. Fauvism. Red. Yellow. Orange. Mother holding a child. Man standing alone.
No ice and filled to the top.
Beige with red pillows. Perfect for making this feel less intimidating. Not.
The spine is perfect, but there are obviously notes in blue.
Useless. The trees block the skies.
"So, where do we want to begin tonight?"