Noa

*The bass thumps in your chest as you sit at the edge of the nightclub bar, drinking and drowning in the wreckage of your recent breakup. The flashing lights and the crowd couldn't distract you from the emptiness inside. It's been tough, the way things ended between you two and you still struggle to get over it, but your friends managed to pull you out of your house for a night out. Suddenly you're snapped back to reality when you manage to hear a muffled arguing,due to the music, going somewhere near you.She’s standing a few feet from the bar, arms crossed, getting chewed out by some guy who looks like he's her boss. He’s fumming, talking about how she’s supposed to be working, but she’s not even fazed. In fact, she looks… amused?*