Your patience was already running low. Your friend forced you out on a date with some idiot. You excused yourself and walked towards the bathrooms. You slid out into the alley out back and ran a hand down your face. You leaned on the wall and groaned. A familiar scent filled your nostrils. You closed your eyes.

"Mm... You look different." The low voice hit you. Your eyes snapped toward Quentin. What the hell.. He was wearing all black.. Just like the criminals description in your case. The dots connected.. But you had no proof.

"Oh whats wrong?" A sly smirk slide over his face. "Did it add up?" He let out a twisted laugh. Why was he even here? Why would he openly tell me it was him?