Lenny Elleny -

The girl smiled, and Lenny felt his heart stumble. "Just looking for a place to hide," she said.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Just passing through," she said, her voice husky.

The smoke hung heavy over the crumbling club, a haze of last night's cigars and this morning's regrets. Lenny, the sax man with a voice like honey and regret, walked in on worn-out shoes, his eyes scanning the room for a familiar face. The bartender, a gruff old friend named Joe, nodded in his direction without looking up. lenny elleny

Lenny took the shot, feeling the burn all the way down. He spotted a young girl sitting in the corner, her eyes locked on his. She was a looker, with curves that could stop a clock and a smile that could start one again. Lenny ambled over, his horn case slung over his shoulder.

The music had been a lament, a cry of sorrow and regret. But in that moment, Lenny felt like he might just find a way to play a different tune. The girl smiled, and Lenny felt his heart stumble

Lenny raised an eyebrow. "Passing through, huh? What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Lenny smiled back, feeling a spark of connection. "Anytime," he said. "Just passing through," she said, her voice husky

"You new around here?" he asked, taking a seat next to her.