"A tuxedo? In a club? Were you left at the altar or something?" He teased. "That's an interesting theory but no." I replied. "Then what is a man in a fine ass tuxedo doing in a club?" He asked. "To feel alive." He looked at me, curiosity clearly peeking at him judging by his expression. "Well, you're in the wrong place with the right person." He put down his drink and hopped off the stool. "C'mon. Let's get the fuck outta here." He said. "But we just met." "That's just part of the adventure." I don't know what part of my brain responded but here I am walking out of a pub with a stranger who had charming blue eyes. © cleoxpatra for the cover art