REWIND: three months
HE CAN’T TELL whether the irritation in his throat is from his rather loud argument with angele or if it’s from the labored breathing. the anger that had slowly built its way up had not been helped by his earlier conversation, and before she could possibly convince him to stay, the door had closed behind his back and the travel back to town had begun.
it doesn’t take long, with his resources, to pinpoint his location, and the slender mobile device is slipped back into his pocket in fear of damage from his steel grip. his knuckles begin to tingle as he closes in on the bar, as if they know what night they’re in for.
it’s tunnel vision once the cool night air shifts into the stale atmosphere of the bar, and his body takes him straight to the bed of curls atop a face he had seen once or twice before. “you andrés?”
@principeandres
