Lily and Lyla stepped into the murky, ale-scented confines of the bar, their vibrant eyes darting around to find their target.
Their attire, albeit casual, was a collection of soft fabric that traced their alluring figures. The hems of their jeans hugged their thighs, and their t-shirts clung to their bodies, a noticeable contrast to the rugged aesthetic of the bar. The sight of these glamorous twins in such an establishment was as jarring as a pair of diamonds set in lead.
Seeing them, Tristan's calm exterior fractured, replaced by a surge of adrenaline that felt like an electric shock. His heart hammered in his chest, his pulse echoing in his ears.
The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, forming a nervous grin that he hadn't quite expected to appear. "Well, this is a surprise," he muttered under his breath.
