~Mia~
The stage curtain brushed against my shoulder as I stood backstage observing Cold Fire’s performance. I wasn’t really paying attention to them. The song helped drown the voice in my head urging me to search for Ayden.
Despite how much I enjoyed the music, I caved to my desire and glanced across the floor. It was difficult to see him in the distance. From what I’d observed since walking away, he and Bentley were two shots and four beers into the evening. That didn’t include what they were drinking before Andi and I approached.
I was happy to see them drinking. Maybe it would help Ayden relax. He wasn’t as cold to me as he had been earlier. I hoped it was a sign he would accept my help before we began working together in a couple of weeks.
Maybe I was looking at this wrong. In real
