As I walked down the hall, the heavy bass of the club began to muffle. I needed a concrete plan, but I couldn't build one until I laid eyes on the target.
I pushed the bathroom door open, stepped inside, and set my bottle down in the sink basin. Turning on the faucet, I washed my hands under the cold water, taking a slow, deep breath to center myself.
I looked up at my reflection in the mirror, checking the bold lip color and making sure my hair was still falling right.
You got this, I told myself. Just a regular job.
Satisfied with my look, I picked up my beer, took one last breath to lock in the role, and opened the door to step back out into the hall.
I headed back out into the main venue, taking a slow sip of my beer as I surveyed the layout from a fresh angle. Scanning the upper
