74: NEED TO KNOW

  LUKE'S POV   I made my way out of the strip club, scanning my surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious man. I couldn't remember what he looked like since I had never seen him before. However, he did mention over the phone that he would be wearing a white hoodie.   My eyes finally caught someone putting on the white hoodie, his hands dipped in the pockets of his pants. I did nothing but watch him as he advanced towards me.   When he got close, I noticed that he had his face covered. He was putting on a black mask that hid every part of his visage. The two of us, now adjacent, looked at each other.   "Luke Reynold, sorry for coming late," he said. His tone was playful and unserious.   "It's okay," I told him, and he chuckled. "You want the both of us to meet, right? I'm here. You're here. So, let's get this conversation done with.“   "Why are you in a hurry, Luke Reynold? We have a lot of time. We can just chill and watch these strippers dance their hearts