Quila changed into a casual outfit after their performance that night. She just came out of the restobar’s ladies’ room with her guitar bag in one hand and the backpack strapped on her shoulders. She stopped in the corner of the hallway when she saw Thaz seemingly waiting for her to come out. However, she ignored him and stopped when he called out her name, to her amazement.
“Tequila?”
She slowly turned around to look at him. “You know my name?”
“I… uh…”
“Look, I don’t want to be rude, but I have no time to talk to you… Sir Thaz. I have to go home.”
He took a deep breath and slowly nodded. “Okay. I’ll just… I guess I’ll just see you around,” he uttered with a shrug.
Quila’s friends were already waiting for her near the street, at the limited parking space. “Hey. Sorry. I got held up.
