Harlem Nocturne

Part 7

He tried to freshen up, but somehow, his heart wasn't really in it. Instead he found himself staring mindlessly in the mirror. His red hair, his pride and joy, was already fading into grey. His eyes were hollow, bloodshot and if anything, he needed a shave. Even his skin seemed to get duller, losing its shine. In a while, he wouldn't be a match for James or any guy for that matter.
When he stepped out, Billie was awake and naked, parading through the room. In spite of his sour mood, Harlem had to laugh. He tried to gather her in his arms, one last touch, but she was much too nimble to get a hold on. She dressed slowly, teasing him. With something like remorse, he handed her the watch.
'Must be going,' he said.
'Will I see you again?' Billie asked, running her hands through her hair.
'Sure, baby. Sure.'
He made for the door. Outside, a cold day had dawned.