Meanwhile…
Tiger looked around the bar, arching a brow as he caught a few people inside. But none of them were people he knew.
"Hmm?" he smacked his lips when his eyes fell on the bar counter. A shallow breath slipped past his lips as he trudged toward the bar counter, taking the vacant stool beside someone.
"Don't you have any friends?" he asked, making the woman turn her head in his direction.
Ivy sported a short smile at the sight of him. Her cheeks were a little pinkish, an effect of the cocktails she had for the night. She languidly pushed herself away from the counter, straightening her back after swaying a bit.
