In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

eally depressed and needy types, it all became painfully clear to me
what I had done."
"Yes, yes, yes, I think perhaps I know a little how you were
feeling. But your motives were correct and pure!"
"What's the difference? I don't know any more! So I'm just
poking around, making music that can take me up, up and away, you
know? Hey, that was awesome in the plane, huh?" she said, draining the
sugar syrup from her cup. She had never told anyone the whole story,
still, she wasn't going to let anyone know she was still on the project,
not yet. She looked up from her cup.
After silently studying her with his chin in his hands, he
straightened abruptly up, nearly tipping the chair over, "To fly directly
into the sun and lose oneself—the divine madness! Sin burnt away by
Art. If only this was true."
Penny got the feeling that maybe this guy was completely
bonkers.
Suddenly, all heads in the café turned to the doorway where a
black skinned super hero in a yellow Spandex cycling suit scanned the
café. The pupils of his eyes, black pins inside white slits, moved over
the crowd like the Terminator, whose multiplied image ricocheted on
the mirrors from the corner photo by the TV.
But the eyes in the café were riveted not to this giant but to the
woman beside him, a blond Amazon whose wild jumble of curls
tumbled over a champagne mink stole that covered but left a glimpse
of deep cleavage. Her snake skin jeans tapered fiercely into matching
stiletto boots, bringing her up to her companion's height. Her face was
African like his but her skin was lighter, the same dark caramel as the
under-strands of her hair. She must have been riding on the handle
bars, because there was only one bike attached to the iron railing
outside, and he was the one beaded with sweat.
Alessandro saw Penny's face and turned around. The woman
spotted Alessandro and waved, breaking into a big movie star smile.
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