Searching (Radiance)

[Constantine Harroway]

He watched the bottle of champagne be delivered to a happy pair of recipients, and after a few moments opted to rise and join them. He passed near to another table along the way, the one with the new American privilege and the sporadic threads flashing and bursting between them. He cast both man and woman a coy smile as he neared, tempted to pluck at those threads, but once another man introduced himself to the Privilege, he decided to see what might happen. Perhaps a little love triangle might make their day a bit more entertaining. Best to way and see what happened.

So he joined the man and woman at the bar. “I hope the champagne was to your liking,” he said, smiling broadly and draping an arm along the back of the woman’s chair. “Connie Harroway,” he said by way of introduction and offered to shake hands.