Taylor’s P.O.V.
Jed nodded at me as soon as I had walked back towards the stage.
“Ready to head out?” He asked me, his eyes scanning behind me at the table that I had just walked away from.
“Everything OK back there?” He asked me, chivalrously like a true big brother, the way that he had been looking out for me his whole life after the death of our father.
“Of course, everything is just fine.” I smiled back at him, looking back over my shoulder once, seeing how this Nico guy was still looking at me with an expression so hard, that it almost looked as if he was in physical pain over me leaving him behind without giving him my number.
Should I give him my phone number?
Shouldn't he ask me for it?
“The big guy in the blue shirt might have an extra gig for us in the near future,” I stat
