When she finally arrived at The Nightingale Bar, she received a message right after she parked the car. It was a room number. Edie walked into the bar, escaped the crazy dancing crowd, and looked for the room number. When she had found the room, she opened the door and saw a man in a white shirt sitting on the sofa.
Having heard the noise she made, the man turned around and raised the glass in his hand towards her, and his long, narrow eyes lifted slightly. He had such a delicate, alluring face, beautiful eyes, and cherry red lips, so beautiful that she could not tell his gender. "So, you were the one on the phone?"
"Yes, come on over," the man said while ogling Edie. His movement was fluent and seducing; it seemed as if he did this often. Edie walked in and sat down on a sofa far away from him, she straightened her back, portraying a cautious posture. "Let's start. What do you want to tell me?"
