Don - T Make Me Wait 1980s

"Last call for the hustle," Miller shouted over the music, heading toward the bar. "You coming?"

Elias shook his head. He walked toward the exit, the lyrics of the song echoing in his head: Don’t make me wait... It felt like a taunt now. He pushed through the heavy doors and stepped out into the rainy alleyway. He saw her immediately. Don T Make Me Wait 1980s

"You're leaving?" she asked, her voice small over the distant city traffic. "Last call for the hustle," Miller shouted over