On the second floor of the venue, in the VIP lounge, Nelson leaned against the railing, blankly watching the scene below.
"Hey man, what are you staring at down there?"
Dominic walked over with a drink in hand, as usual more interested in the beauties at social events. Too bad this time, he'd barely escaped a bunch of old guys trying to talk business with him.
If it weren't for the massive runway out front, he wouldn't even be sure if this was a fashion gala or something else.
He clinked his glass and patted Nelson's shoulder with a sigh.
"Must be nice being you—just stand here with that stone face and nobody even thinks about bugging you. Me? I breathe and someone wants something."
Nelson brushed his hand off without a word. "Get lost."
"What's with the attitude? Do
