malefaction : awsten knight

8

It had been a week since the night at the club. 

Angel felt foolish saying that in some small way it changed her perspective of the man whose name she still didn't know, she knew that he was probably just doing his job, but the tone in his voice was so gentle and kind she was having a hard time processing the many sides she had seen of him. 

She found it hard to imagine that everyone else that had worked in the club could be so kind, and that he was that rude at his very core. 

Angel had always been good at reading people, it was one of her favorite and least favorite things about herself. 

She generally tried to see the best in everyone, this lead her to trouble more times than she could count on both of her hands but she never regretted it. 

There was never a time that she could reflect on and regret being kind to the people around her, in some ways that was foolish of her.

But she truly thought that everyone deserved kindness in some way or another. 

Angel knew that he asked her not to go back to club, but she felt like she had to do something to thank him for helping her the other night without being asked. 

She quickly realized that night when she was laying in bed that she had never found out what his name was, and she felt like she couldn't properly thank him without at least knowing his first name. 

She could of asked Jawn, or Otto but she got the feeling that neither one of them would of told her what it was even if she asked. She wondered if he just kept it to himself so that people couldn't bother him while he was at work or what the deal was there. 

Angel grabbed her laptop, sliding down on the ground in front of the coffee table in her living room. 

She figured that there had to be information about the club somewhere online, it had been there for years as far as she could remember. A place like that couldn't exist without there being at least some sort of lead about it on the internet. 

At first glance there was nothing, just a shitty underdeveloped website that didn't serve her with anymore information than she had to begin with. Which was nothing. 

The little information that she did know was that Jawn was the bartender, Otto just worked there although she didn't know exactly what that entailed, and he ran the place. 

She wondered if he meant that he was just the manager, or if by some off chance the guy who didn't look much older than here owned the entire club. 

Angel knew that there had only ever been one owner, meaning if it was in fact him he would of had to of opened it when he was freshly an adult which didn't make sense to her either. 

She knew that she never fit in anywhere, she was always too happy, dressed to brightly, too outspoken for most people. That's why she decided to stick with painting for as long as she did, she didn't have to be anyone but herself to get people to respect her in that industry. 

It made her wonder if people took him seriously at first glance, his exterior was harden and stern but she knew how people could be and was sure that people probably had given him shit for the color of his hair and the things he wore sometimes.