I didn't think my heart could handle more shocks tonight. “Justin, hey,"
What was he even doing here? Did he follow me?
“What are you doing here?" I heard my voice sound calmer than I thought it would. It's clearly been a long night. Did he recognize me at the club? Was he here to admonish me for being a stripper? The possibilities were endless, and I couldn't bear to think more about it. Thankfully, Justin spoke.
“I was just passing through, I dropped off a colleague at the staff quarters," he eyed me as he continued. “Where were you tonight? What are you doing back so late?"
Was it late? I checked my phone. One in the morning.
Did he not remember me or recognize me? I couldn't believe being tardy was all he was worried about. “I'd gone out," I found myself saying. “It is the weeken
