Hug Dana hello.

Dana reaches me and we hug at not having seen each other for a while.

“How was work?” I asked. Dana worked at a sports stadium on weekends waitressing the private boxes.

“Good,” she said. “I brought you left overs.” She would always try and sneak me out food from work. I was always grateful when she did. “Can I grab a lift home when you finish?” Dana asked. She lived by herself and was on the way to my house, although I had a good extra 30-minute drive further than her.

“Sure. I don’t think we’re doing anything after work,” meaning the other guys I worked with hadn’t made plans to continue on to another club after we closed around 2 am. “Just garb my keys off me when we shut.” Dana would wait the time it took us to knock after work once we had kicked everyone out in my car.

I sent her on inside the venue and told I’d come and let her know for sure later.

I could hear the band start them which always drew extra people in from the street and the next three hours were busy with a couple of rough evictions coming through the front doors from the guys working inside.