I slammed the car door behind me and strutted the keys to lock the car. I had no idea when Massimo would show up but he said he'd meet me here.
I looked around before taking strides toward the place I chose to meet him. That awkwardness, it was like I wasn't doing the right thing and I was doing the right thing at the same time.
I felt a flush of anxiety as I got closer to the bar but I brushed it off and checked my hoodie for my gun. It wasn't my first time so feeling foe my gun brought back memories.
Just that that day, that faithful night I had agreed to mmet him. Give years ago, I was wearing a similar hoodie and checking for my gun. I also had that feeling, that gut feeling like I wasn't doing anything right but because I wanted to show my dad that I wasn't a coward, I shot it.
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