Party's over and your friends were trying to hook up with random guys near the front entrance… What a pain.

Back exit, it is. When you got to the back of the club and silently made your escape, you immediately took notice of someone being there as well.

Leaning against the wall with a lit cigarette between his fingers and a faraway look in his golden eyes, you found the DJ who was in charge of tonight's music. He appeared tired, eyes lidded in exhaustion, and his fringe pushed back.