Flynn
FlynnNadia is having a panic attack.
I"m in the alley behind Rue"s Lounge sharing a blunt with my buddies in the band when the stunning young Russian comes flying out the emergency exit door gasping for breath.
She veers quickly around the corner like she doesn"t want to be seen.
“I"ll see you guys inside.” I push off the wall and pass the blunt back to Ty, our drummer. I don’t call attention to Nadia, the girl who lives in my sister’s building. I"m sure she wants privacy while she tries to get control.
I"m all too familiar with what a panic attack looks like. My mom suffers from anxiety and depression, and I"ve spent my entire life helping her navigate it. Lightening her moods. Working to make her smile.
I stroll around the corner like I"m still just out for a smoke and find N
