AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 “Hey. What brought you here?” Emil asked. 

　　　

　　　I didn’t even know he worked at the bar. I chose to get some air rather than get mad and punch a wall. That was how I ended up here at the bar near the police station. 

　　　

　　　“Hi.” I slid on the stool. A bit surprised he still talked to me after what happened. “Are you even legal to drink?”

　　　

　　　 “I’m twenty-three, luna,” he whispered the word luna. “And I don’t know you’re legal to get a beer.”

　　　

　　　 I scoffed, knowing he’d even seen me drink wine and champagne. I guessed I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to get away from Ryden...