“Coming or going?”, she said mildly. He took a long sip of his slow gin and lit another cigarette. “Where can I...find love in this town?”, he said, looking aimlessely and half waiting for no answer and distracted by the visual noise. “Look more closely.”, she said. “A city like this knows how to keep its secrets.” She turned back to the online rhoulette machine she was losing at and punched in her lucky numbers: 14, 36 and 37.
And there it was. In between the cracks of the human soot of vice were all kinds of beautiful love.
It just depends where you choose to look.