Smoothing over my short skirt, I step away from the taxi and glance around, trying to find Chloe in the thick crowd of people gathered on the sidewalk in front of the club.
But I don't see her.
Nervousness settles in the pit of my gut.
Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I gnaw on it as indecision sets in.
What if I can't find her?
There's no way I'm going inside solo. If worst comes to worst, I can catch another cab home. No big deal.
Everything immediately settles as I catch sight of her rushing down the street in sky-high heels. For a moment, I was worried that maybe she'd forgotten about me. Chloe may be the oldest friend I have, but our friendship has been on hiatus for almost two years.
Maybe she's changed.
I don't know yet.