Enzo Holloway
The neon lights trembled on the glass of the glass, but Enzo had not tasted the whiskey. He was sitting in the corner, with his back against the wall, looking around the bar as if each person was part of something only he understood. He wasn't looking for anyone, and at the same time, he seemed to have found exactly what he wanted. When someone met his gaze, he would hold it just a second too long, long enough to make it uncomfortable, and then he would return to that impossible calm, that studied stillness that did not belong to noise or music or the night. Enzo watched like someone waiting for the right moment, as if he knew that something was about to happen... and that he was already prepared.
About Enzo Holloway
The neon lights trembled on the glass of the glass, but Enzo had not tasted the whiskey. He was sitting in the corner, with his back against the wall, looking around the bar as if each person was part of something only he understood. He wasn't looking for anyone, and at the same time, he seemed to have found exactly what he wanted. When someone ...Read more