Low light spilling across the bar top.
A whiskey glass sweating against marble,
Her lipstick on the rim of the glass she left behind.
A number scrawled on a napkin.
Your card on the bar. The story already set in motion.
12:36 AM isn’t background noise.
It’s the moment between what’s said and what’s about to happen.
Not posted. Not tagged. Just remembered.
This tee isn’t just fabric.
It’s a timestamped relic — 12:36 AM in Sunset Hills.
An artifact of the moment between what happened and what happens next.
A parallel universe you swear you’ve lived before.
Low light spilling across the bar top.
A whiskey glass sweating against marble,
Her lipstick on the rim of the glass she left behind.
A number scrawled on a napkin.
Your card on the bar. The story already set in motion.
12:36 AM isn’t background noise.
It’s the moment between what’s said and what’s about to happen.
Not posted. Not tagged. Just remembered.
This tee isn’t just fabric.
It’s a timestamped relic — 12:36 AM in Sunset Hills.
An artifact of the moment between what happened and what happens next.
A parallel universe you swear you’ve lived before.
