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“It’s so cute how clumsy you are,” Cohen looks at her with a wide smile on his face which seems to affect Mia more than one would expect. She places her headphones on the counter, her full attention on Cohen now.

“Mia, you might want to put those in your bag or you’ll end up forgetting them,” I point out, remembering the time we went out to celebrate her birthday and she forgot her entire purse in the lady’s room.

“Don’t worry,” Mia laughs. “The forgotten purse incident won’t repeat itself.”

“Just in case,” Cohen walks over to where his jacket is and takes something out, then returns. “If you ever do end up forgetting something at the club, here’s my spare key. So you can come back and pick it up any time,” he slides the key over to Mia who takes it.

This can’t be normal.

The entire night I’ve been noticing strange things about Cohen and him giving access to the club with so much ease to someone who has worked here for only a few days just feels strange. And to make things worse, I still haven’t figured out a way to tell Mia about my suspicions regarding Cohen. Seeing her so excited and happy around him, makes it harder.

“Okay, friends,” I jump off the stool straight to my feet and put my denim jacket on. “It’s been fun, but I have to leave now.”

“We’ll miss you,” Mia pouts, reaching out her arms to hug me.

“I’ll miss you too,” I reply, hug her back. “But unfortunately, I have an exam early in the morning.”

“I know, I know,” she sighs. “I’m proud of you for working so hard.”

“I’m proud of you, too.”

After saying goodbye I head outside, ready to call an Uber, when I see a familiar face leaning on a black car, waiting.

“Miss,” the driver greets me with a smile, opening the door for me.

“Again?” I raise an eyebrow. “He’s unbelievable.”

“I’m just following orders, miss.”

“I know,” I say, taking out my phone and dialing Zeke’s number. He picks up almost immediately, his voice a lot less annoyed than mine on the other side of the line. “What is all of this about, Zeke?”

“Oh, you mean Elliott?” He asks.

“Of course, I mean Elliott,” I snap back. “Unless you have someone else waiting for me at my place.”

“No, it’s just Elliott,” His voice is calm.

“I told you I didn’t want a babysitter,” I reply. “Or need one for that matter.”

“I know you don’t, but that doesn’t make the road you’re taking home any less dangerous,” he points out. “I don’t want you going home alone.”

“I feel like I should be annoyed with you…”

“Does that mean you’ll accept the ride?”

“Fuck it,” I sigh, glancing at the driver patiently waiting for me by the door. “Yes.”

“Would you also accept meeting me for a drink tonight?” That’s the one thing I don’t see coming. And I should say no. I have an exam in the morning, for crying at loud.

“Yes,” The words leave my mouth before I can take another moment to think about it.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Ezekiel

Riley’s face lights up when I hand her a soda water with lemon.

We’re seated in the corner booth of a bar.