?Layla?
I went back towards the room, but I was pulled back again. Daniel seemed reluctant to bug me today.
"Ah, hey! Daniel, let go!" I say, irritated, but he just wouldn't budge. He pulls me by my arm and drags me into a different room. The place was empty and dark, but I could still see the lights coming in through the glass wall on the other side.
He closed the door after him and ran his hands through his hair. He looked absolutely charming; I won't lie. He wore black dress pants and a fitted buttoned-up dress shirt in gray. His hair was slick back like always. One thing that had never changed was his haircut.
I remember when I met him, he was going through his bad-boy greaser look; with the denim jeans, the leather jacket, and t-shirts. He was much more sophisticated now. It was
