After dropping her at the front door of her building apartment, he quickly drove off to meet up with some of his friends at a nearby bar.
However, Travis did not feel like drinking with them. After two glasses, he was ready to leave. "Guys, I am sorry, but I have an early meeting."
Usually, nothing would stop him from having a good time with his friends. Damon usually served as his wingman, but since he concentrated on his business, he rarely went out to play.
Now, it was just him and his other pals. He did not mind spending time with his drinking buddies. They were great companions, too, but he would admit they were not like Damon, his best friend.
"You're leaving?" One of them furrowed his eyebrows in surprise. "But we hardly started yet." Another one complained, protesting that it was still early.
