I’ve got a new short story that might become a novella in the works. The following takes place at a club.
Maya took his hand to shake, briefly nodding toward pencil guy. “I-I’m, uh, Maya.”
Gavin grinned, flashing perfect, white teeth. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Maya. We’ve both seen you around.”
Asa stood and circled to stand almost between Gavin and Maya. “You don’t seem the usual type to frequent these places—wardrobe aside.”
She arched an eyebrow and leaned onto the bar.
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