The moment Dragon stepped foot inside the loud lively night club, his eyes subconsciously searched for her. There, in the middle of the dance floor, Seraphina was partying like a wild one. By the looks of it, the short amount of time she's out of his line of sight, she already abused the alcohol.
A minute had passed since he entered the premises, Seraphina turns her attention to his direction -- waving brightly to him. Dragon's brows slightly raised by how sharp Seraphina's senses. She found him in the midst of the crowd as if she could only see him.
Should he be honored? Though Dragon owns a lot of business establishment including night clubs, he never had the leisure to party along with the crowd -- or rather, he never wanted to. He would rather have a drink alone in his own silent lounge.
