Date = 7 April (about 3 in the morning)
The eventful night just got a whole lot more frenetic.
Place = San Francisco (24-hour convenience store)
In a parking lot of all places.
POV - Aria
Just go.
That’s what he said when I asked if I could leave with Mel. No hesitation, no follow-up, no kiss on the cheek. Just go.
Bloody baboon is one of his moods again. Which means, in Enrique-speak — ‘I’m annoyed, but I’ll stew in it alone because feelings are stupid and so is explaining them’.
Fine by me. I’m going.
The private parking area hums with low luxury — polished floors gleaming under warm overhead lights, exhaust fumes laced with the scent of expensive cologne. Valets in immaculate uniforms stand at attention like they’re auditioning for Buckingham Palace, each ready to park your Ben
