Daughter Club
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After relieving himself and washing his hands, Richard headed toward the exit when he spotted Darren stepping out for a smoke.
“You doing okay?” Richard asked casually.
“Great, thanks,” Darren replied, tapping his cigarette pack. “Actually… mind if I talk to you about something while I smoke?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Curiosity tugging at him, Richard followed Darren out the back door into the dimly lit smoking area. The air smelled of rain, tobacco, and something else — something charged.
Darren lit his cigarette, exhaled slowly, then glanced at Richard with that look people get before they drop something heavy.
“So… you have a daughter, right? How old is she now?”
“Yeah. Sarah. She’s 18,” Richard said, leaning on the railing. “Feels like the years just evaporated.”
“They do,” Darren said with a soft grin. “My Rebecca’s 21 now.”
“That’s nice,” Richard replied, though confusion flickered inside him. Darren wasn’t the type for random small talk. This felt like the warm-up to something else… something he wasn’t expecting.
Darren took another drag, then lowered his voice.
“Richard… there’s something I wanted to share with you. Something a bit… off the usual path.”
“Oh?” Richard raised a brow.
“It’s a club. A private one.”
His tone deepened — darker, smoother, almost secretive.
“Me and Rebecca are part of it.”
“A club?” Richard chuckled. “You’re not about to tell me you’re Masons or Mormons, right? Because this is starting to sound like a recruitment pitch.”
Darren smirked — but it wasn’t a joke-smile.
This one held heat.
Danger.
Invitation.