Chapter 19: Not Yet
Author: Travis Sleuthhound
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

The two guys, Well and Daniel, busted the door and crashed at the bar with their not-so-pleasing outfits. As soon as they got inside, all of the eyes automatically got attracted to the both of them, and it only took for about four seconds of standing on the same spot, just a few steps next to the door mat, before all the spotlights and disco lasers focused on the two of them. Now, literally speaking, everyone’s and everything’s attention was on them. For Well, it was some sort of a nightmare that caused to trigger his social anxieties even more. However, on the other hand, for Daniel, it was just another normal exposure. Because he was a darling of the crowd, being the center of interest of everyone was nothing new to him anymore. So instead of worrying and trembling and feeling the churning of his stomach just like what Well had felt exactly, he only stood there and smile to everyone. . . and everything, if it made sense.

Daniel straightened his back and he felt the bones on his spi
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