"Mmm."
As Mia pressed her lips together, Sam immediately tilted his head back, creating distance between them.
The ambiguous atmosphere vanished in an instant, and the surrounding music, the pulsating drumbeats, seemed to flood back into consciousness.
"Eh... was it just a little bit off?" Callista and the other women momentarily froze, then simultaneously displayed looks of disappointment. It was as if a great show had nearly reached its climax, only to fall short at the last moment.
Even Mia seemed unaware that Sam had gently pushed her away. With a confused heart and bewildered eyes, she looked at the handsome Sam.
"I'm sorry, we lost. Mia has already drunk a lot. I'll drink this time. After all, it's my fault. I thought it wasn't enough..."
What did he mean by "I thought it wasn't enough"? Was he... taking responsibility on himself, trying to explain on her behalf?
But why... choose to separate at that moment?
