His blood started to boil upon seeing how Tristan smiled at the man who casually sat on the same table as him.
Justin clenched his jaw. He went to the bar counter and ordered the cheapest drink there was because everything on their menu was so expensive.
"Are you, perhaps, Mr. Justin Alvarez?" the bartender asked as he looked at Justin. "Yes...? How do you know me?" Justin asked, confused as to how a stranger knows his name. "Oh, Sir Daryl said a friend of his would be coming. He showed me your picture and left your name with me. He said that everything you'd order tonight would be free of charge. Please order to your heart's content, sir," the bartender smiled at him.
"Oh... Alright, then. Please give me something you'd recommend," Justin said as he threw a glance in Tristan's direction.
"Certainly, sir," the bartender said and prepared his drink.
