Chapter 8

Adonis stood back, observing the whole scene. He could see the girl. That sleazy, greasy-looking guitar player caught her off guard.

Safifa looked around at other couples and people; they were busy trying to take pictures with the other band members. Safira didn't think she was being watched, but someone had their eyes on her the whole time. Maybe she was crazy or tipsy, but she felt like someone was watching her. But it didn't appear that someone was scoping her out other than the guitar player, and he was on stage.

The guitar player moved alone, talking to someone else. When he was finished, he picked up his guitar, and they announced it was their last song for the night. He nodded in her direction with a smile as he sang another song, a beautiful ballad about a love worth waiting for. Although she enjoyed the lyrics, she knew only a few were fortunate enough to find that love. As soon as the last note faded away, the guitar player asked.

"Did everyone enjoy the show?"

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