Their previous interaction ran through Roman’s mind consistently; he hadn’t expected it would have such an effect on him. But as he sat in the same seat as he had been for the past three months every Saturday, he wondered if he was just wasting his time, and everyone else's? Three months, and not a single piece of evidence to suggest that Karma was the one he thought he was.
Roman took a sip of his drink, eyes glued on Karma as he finished up his dance. The strobe lights finally turned off, and the overhead lights turned on, illuminating the space somewhat. But instead of him going to the back, as he usually did, Karma went to the right of the stage and stepped down the stairs, as he walked over to Roman.
This was new. Karma walked over, standing before him, and cleared his throat a litt
