Joshua was definitely no longer the boy from high school. When they last met in the Playhouse two years ago, Siren had doubts if he would really change that much. And she was dumbstruck, panicking, and confused by his presence in the club. She did not really get to take in all the changes in him. Plus, the lights were dim and dancing.
But right now, she could tell Joshua had truly changed. Physically. No longer ‘soft’. His black jacket and pants, and now the pair of silver piercing on both his ears made him look a little ‘tough’. Only Siren had been familiar with black jackets now, and she believed someone she knew could not be less ‘tougher’ than anyone she met with black coats now but him.
She decided not to mention his name even in her head, though.
The usual smirk was gone. When h
