Driving to his head quarters or something?
yep-timeskip?
yep
It was like-a week later when he saw Amira at the nightclub again. He'd been going, she just hadn't been there...
When he saw her he felt with a little relieve that she was okay, now, he wasn't thinking the worst but he sure as hell wasn't thinking the best.
She sighed as she working the bar, looking bored and unhappy
He slowly walked over to the bar, sitting down.
"So, how's your arm doing ma'am?"
She turned around
"Oh-you again..."
"Yep, same old me. I came to check on you...a lot happened-we don't have to talk about it but I just wanted to make sure if you needed anything or if your okay.."
"I...don't wanna talk about it. But-thank you. I'm fine...."
