Outside, the subway thrummed. Rain turned the street into long, black glass. Rae pulled up her collar and ducked into the night, the city pressing its neon into her pupils. Vixen, she thought, never really left. It shadowed her when she negotiated her share in the café, when she took the late train home with the strap of her bag catching on the poles. She had learned to give people just enough to make them believe they had caught her, and then to pull away.
“No control. Just your presence. You appear. I shoot. We structure the release. You get… a stipend.” Vixen.23.02.03.Rae.Lil.Black.Green.Eyed.Monster...