![]() ![]() ![]() Her hair is swept back and secured at the nape of her neck, showing off the feminine curve of her shoulders and the subtle dips above her collarbone. A fitted dress the color of shimmering champagne hugs her body and her skin has a sun-kissed glow, likely from her time closer to the equator. “What the hell are you doing? We’re missing the opening act right now.” “Madd,” Pierce is thirty feet ahead now, squinting through snowflakes and motioning for me to come on. I glance toward the spinning glass doors that lead into the building, only to stop in my tracks because this time … For a few seconds, we get respite from the snow showers, and I can see again. We pass a couple of ritzy hotels, a jewelry shop, and a French café before passing under the awning outside the Skyline Tower-one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city. ![]() Parking down here is a bitch and the closest spot we could find was a half mile away, but we’re almost there. Keeping my head down and shoving my icicle fingers in the pockets of my jacket, I peer through a flurry of giant snowflakes. I swear, the first snow of the year and people forget how to drive. It’s been snowing like crazy all day and all the idiots decided to get out on the road at the exact same time. ![]() We’re running late for a Flaming Lips concert in downtown Chicago. “Dude, you coming or what?” Pierce is walking several steps ahead of me. ![]()
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