Under the Stars

A balcony, at a party, in the moonlight.---They match. It’s the second thing she notices, after noting he’s flushed and wide-eyed. She notices it as he pulls her hair out of her face, his sleeves rolled up his forearms, bracelets jiggling on his wrists. She wonders, for a moment, if all of them match. If the entire band planned it, and she just joined in on accident. She wonders if he even notices, between the music, and the smoke that would be making her head spin if she could breathe, and the general press of bodies around them.