Sabana Alvarez: A Nighttime Visitor Subject: A worried friend. Who: Sabana Eleadora Alvarez Where: Sabana’s apartment. Warnings: None Open to: Mercedes Dupont
Sabana’s apartment smelled like the most glorious concoction of eastern delights housed as it was over the spice merchants. From her window she could see out towards the Opera house two streets away. She spent almost all her nights then – watching and being watched. She was becoming quite well known by the management which was just as well.
Settling at her dressing table Sabana examined her complexion in the looking-glass. There were a few more lines there in the corner of her eyes proving to her that she was growing older. She studied herself from profile. She wasn’t exactly beautiful, but striking certainly. Sighing to herself she reached for the little pot on her table, beginning to dab a little of the cream inside it on her face, a nightly routine before bedtime.
There came a sharp knock on the door, and then another. "A moment, a moment!" Sabana said, rubbing the cream into her cheeks quickly. She reached for her dressing gown, slipping it on over her night clothes. She made her way to the front door, unlocking it and opening it a crack to peer into the darkness of the stairwell at whoever had chosen to visit her at this ungodly hour.