C36 Empty Joy

The man's voice was ice-cold, his words trembling slightly.

His hand, clenched so tightly around the button that his knuckles turned white and veins bulged on the back of his hand, lost all its previous composure.

He suddenly remembered, he hadn't actually met the person in front of him before. Yet, why did he feel so familiar?

It was that night outside SMOKE in Harlem