to the microphone. "Well, well. L

ppled throu

She stepped down from the stage, gliding towards me with the practiced grace of a

ith a mortification she was trying to hide. She looked at my hoodi

ne," I said, my eyes s

rebellious artist was gone, replaced by a man in a tailored suit who radiated arrogance

rs from the

be cruel." She turned back to me, her voice dripping with fake sympathy.

to press a few hundred-dollar bills into my hand

just looked at her. "I don'

ud. I'm just trying to help. Let

it?" I asked, a

she snapped, then caught herself

about ten years a

It was a small thing, but it was a cra

o see your ex? Sad." He gestured to the waiter I had bumped into. "Hey, you

te" floated through the air. They saw a nobody in sweats trying to get close to