Willow had been busy ever since she had returned to her hometown, dealing with the issues in her fashion house. She finally resolved all the problems and decided to have fun tonight. She went to a bar, where she used to go often.
As soon as she stepped into the lively, crowded atmosphere, all the tension seemed to melt away. The pulsating beat of the music, the clinking of glasses, and the heady scent of alcohol filled the air, washing over her like a wave of freedom.
She strode confidently toward the counter, her spirits high, and flashed the bartender a dazzling smile. "One scotch please." Her voice was a little louder than usual. Her bright smile was attractive and didn't fail to lure others.
The man beside her turned, his eyes dark and sharp as they trailed over her with interest. "You like scotch too," he remarked, his deep voice cutting through the noise.
