C63 Lost love

Date = 30 June

Four more days of anxious nothingness.

Place = San Francisco (Inferno)

Working at the club.

POV - Enrique

Quiet.

The club is too quiet.

I hate quiet. Not the kind that blankets you at three a.m. when the world sleeps. That kind I can live with.

This is the other kind — the kind that smells like dread and tastes like waiting