“I knew you would like it,” Jordan replies with a chuckle. He continues to drive toward the entrance, the music getting louder but the empty parking places getting rarer. Jordan drives to a group of people next to the entrance. He made a hand sign to them, and three guys who were leaning on their bike, gets up to move them on the side, freeing a parking spot right at the entrance. Jordan parks the car, and one of the guys comes directly to his window to greet him.
I feel small in the car, not in my place at all, not wanting to meet his friends. I’m less afraid of them being the infamous Raiders than me meeting a large group of people I don’t know.
The guy leans on the window, and greets me as well. “So she is the girl you’ve been talking about?” the guy asks Jordan, but doesn’t stop to s
