*Astrid*
I walk alongside Zac, the chill of the night air barely registering against the thrumming pulse of adrenaline that still lingers from the chaos we left behind in the club. The sharp scent of rain on concrete mingles with the faint whiff of Zac's woodsy cologne, grounding me back in the present.
He breaks the silence with a grin, a flash of white teeth in the dim streetlight. "I bet we're not getting invited back there."
I can't help but return his smile, despite the ringing in my ears. "Maybe I did overreact a little..."
Zac chuckles, shaking his head with a kind of fond exasperation that only he can pull off. "Strongly disagree. You reacted just right."
My smile broadens at his support, but curiosity quickly paves over my amusement. "What did Davidsen mean, going after you?
