- Andrew!? - Cathy reacted, shocked, a little unsure if she should believe her eyes. - What the f**k!? What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here? - He asked, seeming to be even more confused than she was.
- I asked you first. - Cathy answered, defensive.
- I own this place. - He said. - The security app notified me someone was here. I was about to call the police when I checked the cameras and… Hi.
- Hi. - She said, acting natural.
- Okay, I explained to you why I’m here. Your turn.
- So… There is a window near the service entrance and the lock is purposely broken because that’s how a dealer would sneak some stuff into the club a long time ago. And the reason why I know all this is because I used to work here back then. And yeah, I wasn’t a waitress.
- Oh…
- Yeah… s**t, I
