Stepping into Superno, I try to peer around the people in the crowd packed together like sardines. Eventually, I manage to spot distinctive, wavy white hair as a strobe light bounces off it. Feeling excited, I make my way over to the booth to find Invidia happily sipping on a fruity-looking cocktail. As soon as she spots me she lets out an excited shriek, hurrying to finish the sip of her drink while simultaneously placing her cocktail on the table.
“You made it!” she cheers, leaping from her seat and rushing over to pull me into a hug that I eagerly return.
“Of course, I did!” I giggle.
The two of us are bouncing with excitement, squeezing each other tight as we sway from side to side like two twenty-something-year-old best friends who haven’t seen each other in two days but it feels l
