The leaves were dulling as the sun light began to fade behind the clouds. The sidewalks and buildings were mute gray and stained with the coming and going rain. Emerson trudged through any and all the puddles, giving little notice to the water collecting on his dress shoes. Amber was smiling to herself about her choice to skip heels for the night. She danced along side Emerson in her boots. He kept his hands in his coat pockets while she fiddled with a stray hair.
“So tonight is?” She said noting the setting sun she could see just over a distant bar.
“Eventful,” Emerson said his eyes forward even as cars splashed by through the watery streets. A cool wind followed behind the vehicle, throwing stray leaves around like confetti.
“I’ll say.”
“Well what would you have?” He said.
“A textbook free night, for starts,” her eyes scanned the streets. A cat grin broke across her face. He didn’t need to look to know she was a child who had just found matches. “How about there.” She nodded at the bar.
Emerson shook his head. “You know I don’t-”
“I know, but look at the sign.”
He squinted. “A meat raffle? You’re joking.”
She smiled. “Not in the least. I’ve never been to one, it couldn’t hurt.”
“I’m a vegetarian.” He said pulling his hands out of his pockets. He cupped them together and blew a hot breath inside.
“Since when?”
“Since I saw that sign.”
“Amazing ability to commit on the spot,” she laughed while twisting the hair around her pinky, “I think we must test this further.”
“Don’t push it.”
“That’s what she said.”
“How old are you?”
“Old enough to know when I want to go to a meat raffle, I will go.”
“By yourself?”
“You wouldn’t trust me in a bar alone….with men!”
“Point there,” he slapped her hand occupied with the hair. She let it fall to her side. “Let’s go.”
“Okay!” She said and darted across the street. She was in the bar before her could call her name.
“I meant leave,” Emerson said looking up at the clouds to see when it would rain again.
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