They didn't go back inside. They danced right there in the rain, under the flickering neon sign of the Zenith, while the 1980s roared on around them.
Elias looked at her—shivering, soaked, and definitely late—and then looked back at the door where the muffled bass was still thumping. Don T Make Me Wait 1980s
"My car died three blocks away. I walked the rest of the way in this," she gestured to the downpour. "I figured if I was one minute late, you’d be gone. I was hovering by the door, trying to dry off so I didn't look like a swamp monster." They didn't go back inside
The fog machine was working overtime, turning the dance floor into a purple-tinted swamp. Elias stood by the payphones, watching the heavy metal door. Every time it swung open, a burst of cool night air hit the humid room, but it was never her. "My car died three blocks away
"She said she’d be here," Elias muttered. He adjusted the collar of his Members Only jacket. "She doesn't care about the Twins."
"Last call for the hustle," Miller shouted over the music, heading toward the bar. "You coming?"