his life I wasn’t fully invited into, even after four years.
When we pulled up to the place, it wasn’t a quiet bar. It was loud—one of those rooftop lounges with string lights and a line out front. People dressed like they wanted to be seen. Music so heavy you could feel it in your ribs. Derek grinned. “Relax. It’s a vibe.”
A vibe. Another phrase he continue reading …
