Daughter of the Moon
I gave a shy smile.
We walked in. We found an empty place in a corner and occupied it. The music was playing loud.
"I will get you something to drink," Xavier said.
"Something non-alcoholic please," I said.
"You don't drink?" he asked, surprised.
I gave him a shrug. Xavier wore a white tee and blue denim, a perfect combination, given that body any girl would fall for him today.
In the crowd, my eyes suddenly landed on a broad shoulder, a 6 feet 6-inch guy, his back facing my side, and in an instant I knew that it was Noah. I cleared my eyes and looked at him again, but he was not there.
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