Searching (Radiance)

[Constantine Harroway]

The bar had grown livelier, and with it, more interesting. Voices rose and fell in easy rhythm as people drifted between tables, laughter brushing against the low hum of sophisticated music. Threads of attraction flickered and flared here and there, brief sparks of interest rather than anything that threatened to ignite.

When one such thread drew a clean, unmistakable line toward him, Constantine did not bother to feign surprise. He was, after all, adorable. He rewarded the gentleman’s discernment with a bright, unguarded smile and lifted his glass in a brief, playful salute.

A moment later, he caught a waiter’s eye and inclined his head just enough to be understood. “Send a bottle of champagne to that man and his friends, Krug Grande Cuvée.” Constantine said lightly, already turning back to his drink. “With my compliments.”