Chapter 7: We Are Strangers
Jamal's heart skipped a beat as he locked eyes with her. From the moment he saw her when he walked in, he had thought for a moment that he was seeing things.
Her dark brown hair framed her face in soft waves, and her hazel eyes that seemed to glimmer in the dim light reminded him so much of Dawn— the Dawn he had known, not this version that was on viral sex tapes.
But now that he was seated so close to her and looking into her eyes, which watched him with quiet curiosity, he could see the striking resemblance.
Something about her and the way she stared back at him tugged at the strings of his broken heart.
"Why do you look more like her more than she does?" He muttered under his breath and sighed deeply as he looked away from her, reminding himself that he was there to distract himself from his pain, not remind himself of it.
Abigail, on the other hand, frowned, tilting her head in confusion, but she was unable to understand what he meant.
This time, she didn't look away from him. She watched as he downed his drink quickly and ordered another.
Although she had planned to spend only a short time at the club and leave after a glass of drink, she found herself watching him and wondering about him.
Seeing how sad he looked as he drank, she couldn't help but wonder what the problem was.
It wasn't until his third drink that he looked at her again. "Do you plan to stare at me all night, or is there something you want to say?" he asked with a raised brow.
Abigail didn't speak, but her gaze remained steady, almost sympathetic. And to both their surprise, she nodded.