"Stop fooling around," Gavin Turner said, cradling his drink glumly, his mind occupied by those expressive eyes.
Indeed, her eyes could speak. The first time he saw her in college, he was captivated by those communicative eyes.
Although she always kept her head down, trying hard not to draw attention, he just knew her eyes could talk, even if she looked timid when facing others.
"It's not trouble! Since you're here, you can't just drink sullenly. Go! Take her down and show her to the brothers." A couple of buddies pulled him up from his seat, heading toward the Bar Counter.
All sorts of drinks were pushed in front of the woman, covering the Bar Counter, all offered by men thinking too highly of themselves. But since she came in, she only stared at the liquid in her glass or swirled it around, never taking a sip—it was strange, yet so intriguing.
"Back off, let Third Young Master Cliff do it!"
A roar from the outside suddenly cleared a path.
