5 Nothing a few drinks can't fix

Her wallet though had been bought for her by Justin on their first shopping excursion together after she moved in with him. She had been at a period of extreme lowness at the time and his friendship was one of the reasons why she got through it. She almost cried at the thought again, but shook her head quickly dispersing them. She would come back later and try to find it, it only carried a couple dollars and her id, so she wasn't too worried about those being missing.

Soon she reached the restaurants front. The dark windows prevented anyone from seeing in, a sign stating the establishments name hung over a heavy door, the only indication that it was the right place. At night it would be lit up a hot pink, when the nighttime traffic lit up. It read 'La Vie En Rose', she had loved it just from the name, it being a song she favored by French artist Edith Piaf. SHe straightened her spine, adjusted the collar on her hopelessly stained white shirt and entered. Inside it was dimly lit, circular booths, large enough for parties of ten or more to sit comfortably, lined the edges of a dance floor where a small disco ball hung with multicolored lights. A small bar sat to the right of the dance floor, a handsome young man wearing just a bow tie stood behind the bar polishing glasses, the glasses refracting some of the light. She immediately felt overdressed seeing him in her white collared long sleeve and her black slacks, Justin hadnt told her what the dress-code was. There was no one seated in any of the booths as it would not open for another hour. At four the doors would open, and this place would bustle until 2 when it closed, Justin had told her.

She started looking for him immediately when he came flying out from a door she hadn't seen in her inspection. Like he had a homing beacon attached to him he flew right up to her. Justin Che had slightly spiked short black hair that accentuated his handsome features. He had twinkling black eyes, a long straight nose, and lips girls would die to kiss. He wore a mesh shirt which showed off his well toned body and 6- pack abs. Her worries about dress code were further amplified at the sight of his attire.

"What happened to you?! Girl are you OK. Tell me what happened," he encircled an arm around her shoulders and directed her to the nearest booth. with his free left hand snapped his fingers at the guy behind the bar.