Hadley
I'm nervous heading to Trick's shop, but it's different than it was the first time I went. Our night changed things. I can't put my finger on it, but I feel different as I make my way across the bridge. Today I've grabbed a change of clothes and something to put my hair up with.
Shaking my head, I grin, thinking I've never seen anyone's office as bad as Trick's. It's part of his appeal – the 'no f***s given' attitude he shoves in the face of everyone is like a shield against the world. I'm convinced now, more than ever, that there's a deeper side to Trick, a side he doesn't show to many. Tapping my fingers against the steering wheel, I wonder what it takes to see that side.
“What are you doing, Hadley?"
It's a question I've asked myself a lot since last night. After leaving his
