CLARA
As much as I appreciated Damien sharing something personal with me, something that hadn't been plastered all over the internet, I couldn't shake the sadness that accompanied the revelation of his parents' tragic deaths.
The driver pulled over at what should called a perfect spot. I turned to Damien, seeking clarification. "We're just picking up your friend, right?" I asked, my mind racing with the realization that renting a place this area at the prices I could afford would be nearly impossible.
Damien shrugged, his expression neutral. "I'm not sure if he's just meeting us here or not," he admitted as he exited the car. I followed suit, stepping out onto the pavement. "This is the address he gave me; that's all I know."
A young man across the road caught Damien's attention, wavin
