I flicked the cigarette aside and turned toward my car, my mind already racing through worst-case scenarios. Drunk, alone, emotional, and wandering around the city in the middle of the night. Nothing about that combination ended well.
Just as I was about to reach the car, I heard the door behind me creak open again.
"Hey, bro!"
I turned back. It was the same guy from inside, the one with the mop. He stepped out, wiping his hands on his pants before gesturing for me to come back.
"Can you show me the photo again?" he asked.
I didn't waste time. I went there, unlocked my phone and pulled up Ivy's profile picture, holding it out to him.
He leaned in, squinting slightly as the rain dotted his beard.
"Mm…" he hummed, tilting his head. "Nah… wait. Yeah. Something's off."
"What do you mean?" I asked, stepping closer.
