Trillionaire After Divorce
I don’t want to deal with his energy, so we proceed through the back door until we arrive at an alley.
It's more spacious than I expected; there is even a ramp, but I can't miss the distinct smell of urine. A drunken mishap, perhaps, but either way, after moving a few steps away, the smell fades to give life to the cool air, which feels odd for a summer night, but it's a nice feel from the stuffy club.
"I really love nights."
I say in a voice that resembles a whisper.
"The lights, the quiet, the feel, it’s just...ethereal. Days are so busy, nine to five, on the clock, always on the go, go, go...but nights have a hush to them."