Khalifa's POV
The world was against me. Literally every social media apps on these people's phone had something about me and it's unforgiving.
The comments and the pain in my broken fingers. The sting on my face and the way my eyes felt itchy and heavy.
"We are sorry for the disturbance, but please this restaurant does not tolerate such crowds," someone finally came to my rescue after the show was practically over.
I wanted to leave too as the manager of the restaurant ushered some non customers to leave.
I wanted to disappear from the crowds, but my date was still on a call and he had entrusted his bag to me. It would be rude to leave everything behind after waiting this long, plus the call had ended with them disowning me which meant that I practically had nowhere to go so I mig
