Scotty. Paol hasn’t thought of him in months.
In his office Paol is once again at the window, looking out at the river sparkling like treasure below him. The CD still lies on the floor where Adam threw it, and Paol swears he still feels the very air around him vibrating from Adam’s anger. His mind is like a broken record, skipping over the same thoughts. This morning when he left Adam, they were on the brink of success. The band would sign by the end of the week, their first CD was on schedule—things between Paol and Adam were amazing.
Then suddenly, this.
The band, gone. Somehow he thinks Paol doesn’t care about him in ways they hadn’t even talked about yet, ways Paol can’t wait to explore, and now it seems they’ll never get a chance to move beyond late nights in his office, tangled
