-Molly's POV-
I followed Scott into the club, trying to keep my eyes on the ground. When Jean-Pierre brought me in, he had made it clear that subs were required to keep their eyes and heads down. It bothered me, but with this being only my second time here, I didn't want to rock the boat... at least not yet.
I was so busy trying to look sweet and demure that I almost ran into Scott's back when he stopped suddenly. Startled, I looked up to see what was going on.
The walkway was blocked by a large man with dirty blonde hair. He was dressed in ripped jeans and an odd, out-of-place flannel shirt. There was a kindness in his eyes along with a spark of mischievousness that gave him a bit of a boy look, making his age hard to guess. He seemed to be in his early thirties based on the lines on his tanned face.
