Spreading my view for three hundred sixty degrees (360 degrees), I tried to spot for a spiky black haired man with an intimidating height of almost 2 meters. And if I remember it right from the short encounter earlier, he was wearing a black leather jacket, which was a rather common color among the basketball men that attended.
Holy freak! This was way more challenging than I expected it to be.
One…
Two…
Three…
“Hey! It’s Lalisa, right?” Suddenly a girl’s voice echoed in. I looked down to see the club’s announcer. Stephanie Meyer. I nod in response.
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing there?” she asked me after sipping on a cocktail drink in her hand.
Crap! I just got someone’s attention. I was supposed to go lie low given the loud entrance I just did at the beg
