A Cyber New Year
A Cyber New Year
Juliet pulled her bike up beside another parked right out on the deck, and when she hit the kill switch, the kickstand snapped out so she could relax for a minute, taking in the view. The house sat right on top of a skyscraper, a large, vaguely abstract cat with windows for eyes. The parking space was situated right between the 'legs' of the cat, before the double doors leading into the home.
The last glimmers of sunset painted the metal building in shades of ochre and crimson. It was beautiful, and the warm colors were at odds with the chilly air. She pulled off her helmet, shaking out her auburn hair, thankful for the synthetic tresses' ability to maintain their style despite the punishment her helmet doled out. Setting it on her bike, she paused to look at herself in the mirrored visor. She wore a mostly-white sweater under her motorcycle jacket, glittering silvery threads interwoven with the soft fabric blend.
"You think it's too much?" Juliet picked at her sweater, brushing freshly fallen snow off of it.
Angel's reply was quick as though she'd anticipated the question, "Not at all! I think finding that sweater at Retro Luna was fate! Besides, it looks great on you."
Juliet smiled, nodded, and got off her bike. "Thank you. You're sure white is appropriate though? The jeans and the sweater aren't too much?"
"It is supposed to represent new beginnings and the purity of the new year. Like snow! It's perfectly suitable."
She lifted her seat to expose the storage compartment beneath. Her Texan sat there, ready for violence, but this wasn't that sort of visit. She picked up the bottle beside it, straightening the gilded ribbon she'd tied around the neck. "You're sure brandy is appropriate?"
"It's a warm, complex spirit that will go nicely after dinner." Angel paused for a moment, then added, "It's better to show up with something than empty-handed. Besides, stop overthinking everything. You're here for dinner with friends."