1992

Christian had just turned eighteen two weeks ago and of course, now his friends dragged him along to a local club. So that’s how he ended up here tonight.

Currently he was sat at the bar with one of his friends sitting next to him, chatting casually. The flashy lights of the club danced around them, reflecting in his hazel eyes and on his features.

Christian wore some blue, loose fit jeans and a black sweater. His brown hair was a bit messed up but still shimmered in the colorful lights and framed his face just perfectly. It parted in the middle and fell into his face slightly.

He currently had a drink in front of him, which he swept around in the glass, and listened to his friend as he talked to him. With a subtle movement he pushed his hair back a bit, running his fingers through it.