I walked toward him with confident strides, a smile playing on my lips.
“Hey, handsome,” I called.
But my head of security, Arnold, had already blocked his path, arms crossed.
“Arnold, what’s the problem?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No ID,” Arnold replied flatly.
I turned to Teddy, tilting my head. “Really? Teddy, how old are you?”
He looked a little embarrassed but answered honestly. “I’m seventeen. I turn eighteen next month.”
I let out a soft laugh and gave Arnold a knowing look. “Don’t you have a fake ID or something? Kids come in here all the time.” I winked at Arnold, who sighed and finally stepped aside, shaking his head.
As we walked deeper into the club, the atmosphere grew heavier — thick with perfume, sweat, and expensive liquor. The music throbbed louder.
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