AGAINST ALL ODDS
I'd have made it work with Dian, I knew I could have.
"Staring at that drink like you're trying to murder it won't accomplish anything, you know that right" a voice sounded from my right, startling me. I turned to face the person and recognized him immediately. He was Seth Rodriguez, the artist who rose to fame shortly after Sybil went missing.
"Seth" I gasped, then choked on my next word because I didn't expect to find Seth in such a random setting. He grabbed the drink in front of him and offered it to me, a worried look on his face.