Matt
The lingering scent of cologne hung in the air as I adjusted my collar, peering into the bathroom mirror.
It was another evening, and I had agreed to meet up with Sabrina. Why I did was still a mystery to me; perhaps it was the allure of unraveling another, more important mystery; the identity of the masked girl.
Sabrina had insisted we meet at ‘The Blue Lagoon’, a dimly lit bar at the heart of town. It was a dive bar, but it was only one of three in the entire town.
She had mentioned something about it being a suitable place for our discussion. Knowing her, ‘discussion’ could mean anything from genuine conversation to something far less dignified.
The moment I walked in, Sabrina, with her blonde hair cascading down her back, waved at me from the bar. A sly smile
