*Leo*

Of all the things I expected to do after work on a Thursday night, hanging out in a gritty bar was not one of them.

And yet here I was.

The Downtown LA bar I’d chosen at random was practically empty, with only me and three other people. A passed-out man in a corner booth, head down on the table as he let out a loud snore every minute or so, and two middle-aged guys who looked like they had two mortgages and six kids each waiting for them back home were ...