Zee.
On my way to the club my mind kept reeling on what might be going on with Denver. The thought of him possibly been in trouble crossed my mind and I felt my heart skip a bit.
I have always felt he was nothing but trouble but the thought of him been in actual trouble had my heart racing.
A part of me felt a bit worried about what I might find when I get to the club but I nevertheless hope that everything was just in my head.
When I got out of the cab, the first person I saw was Denver.
He was standing just outside the club entrance, half-shadowed under a flickering street lamp, hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie. He didn’t wave, didn’t even move. Just waited. Watching.
this was the first time I was seeing him in regular clothes aside his usual leather clothing.
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