Jeremiah's POV
Half a block from the entrance to the Domina Faria, I parked my car. For a few moments I sat in it, getting up my courage. My hands were sweating and I watched, waiting to see if anyone arrived. I was ten minutes early so I had a few minutes.
I turned the car mirror toward myself and fixed my purple tie. 'Fashionable and smart' was the look I was trying to project. Decked out in my dark grey suit, black button-down shirt and black shoes, I felt a little uncomfortable. Having not worn 'going out clothes' in a while, I felt strange and I didn't want to attract attention. I didn't want to stand out. I wanted to remain anonymous. An anonymous voyeur. That sounded a lot cooler than I felt.
I watched a thirtyish, well-dressed couple enter the club, and I felt a little more comf
