RAVEN:
The club is chaotic as expected, with neon lights flashing everywhere and heavy music blasting from the speakers. I feel like my eardrums will burst as we move through the crowd.
I have no clue what Tamara and her friends are celebrating, but I am here for Grant. Tamara leads me through a crowd of adults who are either drinking or grinding against each other. We keep moving until we get to a private room.
She opens the door, and we walk in to meet Mary and three of Tamara’s other friends—people I’ve never bothered to know their names. They are scattered across the velvet loungers. My eyes lock onto Grant.
He’s dressed in a tailored charcoal-grey button-down tucked into dark slacks. The fabric looks expensive, and the way the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing his for
