Quickly turning my back, a man wearing a black shirt and jeans greeted me, his silver piercing reflected on the lights highlighting his well-formed facial features. “Martini.” “Aren’t you gonna hug me, Jada? It’s been too long since we met!” He exclaimed. Rolling my eye from him, I went back to my seat and ask for another shot of Margarita. “Woah, you haven’t changed. Still, the feisty Jada Turner I knew!” I felt his presence right next to the stool beside me. “Shut the f*ck up Martini.” I glared at him. “Hey give me some news, what happened? Why didn’t you show up after the race? Losing is part of a race Jada, there are still upcoming competitions! You don’t have to go here so you could move on, acceptance is the key. We’re still learning, and creating
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