They were beautiful: three of each gender. They walked into Dreamland like they owned the place. Each man was in a flashy crisp white suit and fedoras whose bands matched their partners' dresses. A blonde with curly golden locks and a white cloche hat and a deep pink tight fit knee length dress was holding onto the tallest of the bunch. The shortest had a chin length ebony bob that hugged her face and a black flashy dress and held on to a man whose ginger locks were peaking from the bottom. The final couple, a woman with scarlet hair and another blonde, was the most conservative of the group. The woman was wearing a crisp white dress and a black jacket and her man with a black band.

The women mentioned something to their partners and the men left their sides. The blonde man hesitated searching the room and glancing quickly in my direction before continuing on. He whispered something to his scarlet haired partner before following after the two other men. The scarlet haired woman looked around as if listening to everyone in the room. She looked at me then to the blonde woman and whispered something before the three women turned to look at me. The blonde smiled. A smile that left a harsh emotional ball in the pit of my stomach. One I that I wish I listened to: fear.