LAUREN'S POV
“Ok, so even if someone walked in there, why are you noticing it?” Tessa asked, her voice raised just enough to carry over the pounding bass that shook the floor beneath us. The music thumped so hard it vibrated in my chest, yet my eyes were locked on the polished black door of the VIP lounge, the one that had just closed behind the stranger.
“You didn’t see what he did?” I shot back, still half glaring in that direction. “While we were walking, he bumped into me hard and couldn’t even say a single apology.”
Tessa tilted her head, her long curls bouncing as she gave me that familiar look that said Lauren, you’re overthinking again. “Didn’t you see where he walked into? That wasn’t just any door. That was the VIP lounge, babe. Do you know how impossible it is for normal peo
