I Stole The Don's Heart
When we step back inside, the lights feel brighter than before, the noise louder, but I don’t look toward the center of the room, I don’t look for him, I just focus on the tray in my hands and the path in front of me.
I move toward the side hall to grab another set of glasses when a voice stops me.
“Running away again?”
I turn slightly.
It’s Alice. She wears a sparkle dark yellow dress with a sexy design, with her high heels knot on the floor. She stands out in the crowd. She forms her right hand into a gun and point at me, “bang!” she says as she is always crazy like that.
“I’m working,” I reply.
“Sure,” she says calmly. “That’s one way to describe it.”
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