Chapter 19

Lyra

The club was as lively as ever, with Bella standing at the counter, and she gaped at me when she saw me.

"What?" I asked, sitting by the counter, and she glanced up to meet my eyes.

"Y-your outfit..."

I looked down at the shirt and jeans I had borrowed from the delivery girl before placing the helmet on the counter.

"What about it?"

"You shouldn't look that hot if you're not a lesbian."

I chuckled, adjusting the loose pants and shirt, and I picked up a glass of cocktail that was already lined up on the counter.

"What about Greg?"

She shrugged, "preparing for an event with his new fling or something, but he should be here any minute."

And he did appear a few minutes later, looking surprised when he saw me.

"Girl, where did you go? I didn't hear from you after that night."

I nodded, unsure if I should tell about my temporary locking-up situation and how I had gotten out, but I decided against it after a while.

That wasn't a situation you just tell to friends, especially new ones.