Raine's lips curled up into a devious smile as she took several hard drinks in a row. In anyone's eyes, it would seem like she was just drinking multiple glasses of a great variety of fruit juices. But the bartender knew that she was currently outdrinking a lot of the men in the bar right now.
Destiny? Fate? If someone were to bring those up, Raine would scoff. She thought those were just ridiculous words to begin with. However, bumping into Tyrone like this made her believe that their paths were meant to collide in one way or another.
Once she finished another glass, it didn't replace the tingling feeling inside of her.
