Entering Glass of Prism while accompanied by others felt decidedly different. It started with the fact that Ruben was right there to greet all of us at the entrance.
"Connor? What are you doing here, man? Didn't you say you wouldn't be coming back until next month?"
"Uh, I thought that way too, only a minute ago, to be honest." I shifted my weight, feeling the heat of the room press against my skin. Glancing at Mason, I felt the irony hit me as if my entire life had become some sort of cosmic joke.
"What? You know the barman, La—Connor?" Saving the situation just in time, John corrected himself, though he stared at my tired eyes with a confused frown.
"You guys know each other?" Ruben asked before I could get a word out, looking just as surprised as John.
