Feline wanted to taste the heaven, but it was only a matter of time before she passed out. She drank the dregs and remnants of the shot glass when someone called out her name. The chopsticks fell down from the edge of the table as she averted her eyes.
"Feline, why are you here?" Louie laid down his cell phone in his hips, gaping from where he stood at. Feline's cheeks flustered, but what's surprising was that she fled.
"Wanna have a shot?" She offered the drink she had. Pursing her lips, Louie slipped in his cell phone in his pockets. He doesn't want to keep her company, but looking at her eyes, it looked like she needed one. Louie cleared his throat, nodding.
He only dropped by at the city park to get something for Friya. He secured the jewelry box inside his coat. Louie sat down across from Feline, gritting his teeth as he knew he would listen to her rubbish story once again. She swallowed, raising her hand to call the waitress inside the tent.
