And Then There Was Her

My job had taken me into the city. I'd taken myself into a bar afterward. I'd only gone there for a drink, but then I saw her, sitting on that stage, singing her heart out, her words sad and sorrowful, her voice beautiful and calling to me. I wanted to know more about her right then and there. And after that night, I took her back to my hotel. We'd both become lost in pleasure, and then she left, no goodbye, no last name or phone number given to me so I could find her again. Now, three months later, after trying to figure out where she was, all but being a stalker, I was still nowhere close to finding out who Adele was. But that would change, because I was headed back to the city for work. My plan was simple. Scour the city, go to every bar, and find her-because leaving without making her mine was not an option.