Danilo
I sat at the same table for hours.
Long past midnight, the concert goers had filtered out in waves, drunk and laughing, their voices echoing down the corridors until they faded. A few VIPs lingered, making polite goodbyes by the bar, before their drivers pulled up and the coordinators ushered them out with tight smiles.
Kolli had evaded me the entire night. Not that I was trying to be in his vicinity. I kept my distance on purpose. I didn't want to make a scene. I didn't want to be the reason his biggest performance of the year was reduced to gossip headlines by morning. He deserved one night where the only thing people talked about was his voice, not me.
So I waited.
