I watch safely from afar, cursing my luck at walking into the one girl in this place who would know who I am and the last time she saw me broke my fucking nose. Okay, so I deserved it after what I did to her, and I still feel a little bit shitty for trying to screw her over and drug her into a night of rape at one of my client's hands. I started to like Sophie genuinely, and then I realised that I did and backtracked epically to stop myself from ever being stupid enough to trust anyone. I ...