"To think that one day you would come to me for a favor." Simon spoke with a smirk. "After everything that happened…"
"Cut the crap, Simon." Sara heaved a sigh. "We don't have the time for this."
Sparks started flying the moment the three girls entered the nightclub. There was still quite some time before it opened so no one was around besides the brown man and the bartender. Simon dismissed his followers as soon as the press conference ended, not wanting them to cause any trouble while he talked to his past lover.
"Ingrid! Ingrid! This looks just like that place in the Summer Soldier!"
"Yeah… this is bordering on copyright infringement."
The tense atmosphere was shattered by the two girls standing behind the reporter. The shabby old bar seemed to draw their interest as evidenced by the cheerfulness with which they discussed the interior.
