Chapter 30: Messy Nights and Quiet Mornings
Luca shoved the door to the men’s toilet open, his jaw tight and eyes narrowed with frustration.
The stench clung to him like shame. He yanked his shirt off, hissing under his breath as the cold sink water hit the stained fabric.
He scrubbed with trembling hands, trying to wash away the mess, the smell, the whole damn night.
"F***ing perfect," he muttered, splashing water onto his bare chest, but it didn’t help. His reflection in the mirror looked just as bitter, just as tired.
The door creaked open behind him.
"Luca?" Ryan’s voice cut through the echo of water and silence. He stepped in, brows raised, holding a sleek black jacket in one hand. "Heard what happened."
Luca didn’t look at him right away. He ran a hand through his damp hair, then finally turned, shirt clutched in one hand, chest bare.
"Of course you did," he said dryly. "Word travels fast when someone gets puked on."
Ryan grinned, not unkindly. "It was either bring you a jacket or let you strut around shirtless like some tragic hero. Figured you’d prefer this."
He tossed the jacket at him.
Luca caught it, eyes softening for just a moment. "Thanks."