(CLOE'S POV)
I followed Ziggy as he ambled out of the function room. He went straight outside the restaurant on a little bench that was facing a small fountain. He stopped and ordered me to sit down. Although I raised my eyebrow, I still followed what he said. He sounds like he was about to put me into a ringer.
"What is it?" I asked as I sat down the benched.
He didn't sit beside me. Instead, he was only standing in front of me while turning and twisting uneasily and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked like a problematic daddy that's about to scold a child.
He inhaled before he spoke. "About, last night," he stopped pinching his nose instead pushed his hair to the back.
I can't help but also took a deep breath. The topic was way more mind-boggling than what I anticipated. He finally sat beside me. He actually sat with one leg on the bench so he could face me.
