"Whoa! Watch it, rookie!"
A younger player, eyes glazed, stumbles blindly into Elias's side.
The collision breaks Elias's gaze from the crowd. With a faint laugh, Elias shoves him back toward the center of the chaos.
"Find your center, kid," Elias's voice is a low rumble. "Or find the exit."
A few booths away, Mia is fighting a different kind of battle. On the table in front of her lies a stack of medical summaries—the kind of dense, technical jargon that makes most people's eyes bleed.
It's an absurd sight. In a room full of bodies grinding together under strobe lights, she is the outlier.
She actually prefers being the "alien." It keeps the thirsty guys at bay.
Checking her phone, she sees Ellie still hasn't returned from the dance floor.
Mia sighs, tucks her notes away, and catc
