A chance meeting
It was like any Friday night that my girls and I went to party. I never really had any interest in meeting anyone; the scars I bore wouldn't let me. I had just come from a blood-sucking break up and my friends had to drag me out of my misery. It was already past midnight and the reveling crowd was draining the life out of me. “Guys I have to leave.” I told my herd. They didn't like the idea but they knew they wouldn’t make me stay. I pulled out my purse about to pay for my drink and a voice...