There was nothing but the pounding rain and the sound of his latest victim's snores. He debated on calling his fellow insomniac that lived just a few blocks away. He could picture her; black hair messy and pulled into a nubby bun that was out, her blue eyes glinting silver in the moonlight, her skin casting a silvery light around the room, the long wisp of smoke that escaped her naturally red lips, and most of all her voice sarcastic yet melodic.

He picked up his sleek black phone and tried to sneak out of the room. Once he stood up from the bed and began to walk away. The sleeping girl stirred but he continued. Once he was out in the kitchen he dialed her number. She picked up on the third ring like normal.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hey were you sleeping?" he asked. Of course she wasn't that was a stupid question.

"What kind of a question was that?" she asked.

"I don't know it sounded like I woke you." He lied.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Nothing, I just couldn't sleep." He said.

"So where are you?" she asked him.

"I'm at some chick's house." He admitted as he struggled into his jeans.

"Well why don't you meet me at my place and we have some coffee?" she asked.

"Sure sounds good." He said.

After about ten minutes he was standing at her door, the shiny silver numbers read 4A. He knocked and waited a moment for her to answer. She answered before the second knock. She opened the door and let him in. He couldn't help but look at her; she was after all wearing a lacy black tank top and matching shorts.

"So where's your husband?" he asked her.

"Well he's sleeping." She nodded toward the hall as she poured him a cup of coffee.

"Does he know that I'm here most nights?" he asked her.

She shook her head, "Do you really think that he cares?"

"Well considering that after dating you for years and he still hasn't got a clue that you sit up every night I don't think so." He snorted.

She smiled at him and poured herself a cup, "So who was she?"

"Oh some girl I was set up with, she wasn't really my type." He shrugged.

She smiled at him and he could see the traces of her scarlet lipstick, "So what exactly is your type then?"

"Well I don't know yet honestly." He said.

He could see two wine glasses sitting by the sink, there was a perfect half-moon of scarlet lipstick on one of them and in the bottom of each glass was the sticky residue of the red wine.

"So what brings you over here?" she asked.

"Nothing, I just wanted someone to talk to." He shrugged.

They sat there in silence and she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, "Want one?"

"Nah I'm good." He said.

She shrugged as she lit one and pulled the ashtray towards her, "So any closer to finding the one?"

"Like I told you, I don't think so." He snorted.

"Do you really think that way?" she asked.

"That way what?" he asked.

"Do you really think that way about love?" she asked.

"I'm not sure." He whispered.

She took another drag and then snuffed the cigarette out in the ashtray, "You should really rethink those thoughts."

"I don't think so." He whispered.

He looked at the clock on the oven, "Well I better get going before he wakes up huh?"

She smiled at him sadly, "I guess you should."

She walked him to the door and handed him his jacket, "Well I'll see you soon."

He nodded, "I guess."

She kissed him softly on the lips and then pulled away, "Good night Luke."

"Morning Thalia." He said.

She opened the door and he walked out. She waved to him as he walked down the street and then closed the door.