-Toronto, Scarborough, 11pm-
Abel POV
I sat in the strip club, sipping on patron, taking in the atmosphere, admiring the dancers every move. I could smell the desperation, the girls would almost race to get to the next guy who walked in. Another guy walked in, I shook my head and smiled to myself. I saw one girl, she remained on the pole, she didn't bother to go to a guy...clever, it meant she stood out more, her talent shone over any of the other girls, they were too busy begging to give private dances. She moved so elegantly on the pole, I could tell she's been doing this for a while. Her eyes were filled with sadness...and hurt but her smirks were saying something else...she's professional.
I ordered myself another drink then sat facing the bar. Clearing my head of lonely thoughts for the night, drowning my sorrows with pure liquor since I go on tour next week for three months. I do enjoy being on tour, the change of scenery every two days or so, it's really refreshing and needed sometimes.
-Two Days Later, 1am-
I decided to take a walk, being at home started to feel claustrophobic, I just need fresh air. As I slowly strolled, breathing in the air I starved for, for over twenty four hours. It was cold out tonight, but you get used to it after twenty four years of living in the city.
Cali POV
I stood at my corner, the cold biting wind brushed past me as I waited for any guy wanting my body. I saw a figure come out from the darkness at the end of the road, I couldn't make out if it was a a male or female because they had their hood up, What kind of person walks around at 1am.
The person looked up and bit his lip, I'm not sure if I've come into his view as of yet, his eyes wondered around exploring the gritty streets of toronto.
From what I can see, he is extremely good looking, his beard was shaped, clean, he looks a little like 'The Weeknd', but there's no way it could be him. The man looked me in the eyes and began to approach me.
"What brings you out here at 1am?" I asked him.
"The fresh air" He said sarcastically, then he slowly put his hood down, looked at me and smiled.
It was indeed The Weeknd, pretty obvious to tell from his hair. I gasped then looked him up and down.
"What brings you out here at 1am?" Abel asked me.
