Chapter 20: Familiar Faces

The AC dries off the sweat on the back of my neck as the lobby of The Flamenco comes into view. Latin music floats over the din and a few of the guests laugh and dance along. A flash of red flits by my peripherals and I turn to see the man of the hour. He’s seated himself at the bar, his red suit standing out in the sea of black and white. He caresses the a** of a woman in green sitting on his lap, two other women leaning on the bar and showing all they have to offer. His wild hair is held back in a ponytail, glasses perched on the bridge of my nose like a wise hippie. My best friend, forever the ladies man. A woman in yellow glances at me and dips down to whisper in Jasper’s ear. He immediately snaps his head my way, a wide smile breaking out across his face.

“Aye,” he yells, beckoning me over. “Look who’s here.”