[FLASHBACK]
"Oh." Finn's steps slowed as his eyes landed on the figure seated at the long, white bar counter in the villa.
There, perched on a stool, was the beautiful Nina. Upon hearing his voice, Nina looked over her shoulder.
"Isn't it a little too early for you to be drinking?" he mused with a smirk as he casually approached her, taking the stool one seat away, ensuring there was an empty chair between them.
Finn leaned against the counter, tilting his head slightly. His brows rose as he noticed that Nina seemed to have drunk quite a few glasses; it was only ten in the morning.
"If you're looking for my husband, he's not here." Nina didn't cast him another glance as she poured herself another drink. "Something happened, and he had to go. Didn't he tell you that?"
"I'm here, aren't I?" He smiled. "Well, anyway, that's a shame. Just tell him I came by."
