TRISTAN'S POV
This doesn't seem like your kind of place."
Tristan looked up from the bottle he'd been nursing for close to an hour.
"And what is my kind of place?"
Maleek cracked a patronizing smile as he dropped into the seat on the other side of the booth.
"Definitely not here. All the quiet and sombre music irks you. You're one for booming songs and gyrating bodies."
Tristan shrugged. "Everyone needs a little downtime once in a while."
Maleek didn't buy it. "Not you. Or has marriage life changed you for good?"
Tristan thought about it. "I'm not particularly married you know."
Maleek's eyes widened in mock shock. "You serious? I heard about how you two crashed the poor girl's wedding. It was all anyone spoke about for weeks. I wrote and produced a play about it."
He cocked his head in thoughts.
