Noah’s POV:
The coach had just told us that we were allowed to roam the city today, but just for today, and we should be back before midnight. It was as if he had just told us that we won the lottery.
The boys were already planning on which club to hit first, and I was being dragged into it.
I barely had time to react before James grabbed my wrist. “Okay, okay, hear me out,” he said, eyes wild with excitement. “We start at that vintage diner we passed yesterday, then bar-hop a little, hit a club by ten, and maybe, maybe sneak in a stop at that fortune-teller shop on the 8th. Because why not?”
“You want to hit a psychic?” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“I want to be told I’m destined for greatness while I’m slightly tipsy, yes,” he grinned.
I shook my head, laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”
