Danilo
I pressed my hand over my heart as I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror. It wasn't my edgiest outfit but I was going to stand out. The jacket alone would do it. Black leather. Heavy. The kind that creaked when I moved. Fringe running down both sleeves and across the chest, swaying every time I shifted my weight.
Silver conchos on the shoulders caught the light. Underneath, a dark denim button-down, unbuttoned just enough. Dark jeans, worn-in but tailored. Brown leather belt with a big buckle. Boots that clicked on marble and the hat. Dark brown cowboy hat low over my brow.
It wasn't every day you saw a Texas cowboy dressed like this in a VIP section in Berlin, and that was the point.
Even if Kolli couldn't see me clearly from the stage with all those lights in his eyes, when he came down for the after-party, there was no chance he'd overlook me. Not with this jacket. Not with my height. Not with the way my chest felt like it was going to crack open.
