Chapter 5

Only when the lights became darker and less constant, I noticed that the man's hair was slightly darkened with a layer of gel, the blond strands giving the impression of moisture on a smooth and thin amount. He gave me a biased smile, and slipped away from the bar stool, heading in the direction close to the dance floor, disappearing into the corridor that led to the bathrooms and the employees' locker room. 

When I went down the counter, avoiding as much as possible bumping into the customers who got together to enjoy the show, I had the impression that Kendall tried to call me, but I was swallowed by the human warmth and strong sweat odor that mixed inside the dance floor. I ignored the calls and followed the leather man, trying not to make it so obvious that my night of fun would depend on him. I didn't have to delve into the wide and well-lit corridor, free of the effect of lights and muffled by the little air passage. 

The man was leaning against the wall,