On a crisp January night under Georgia’s celestial tapestry, Memphis exits the kitchen, vexed by a senseless quarrel with Phoenix. Outside, he broods alone until Phoenix emerges, her departure marked by the smoke of her dwindling indulgence and the clink of ice in her glass. As she retreats, the chill of a sudden, dubious sensation halts her. She ponders, the air thick with tension, the possibility of a disrespectful gesture that threatens to escalate their discord.
