In the dance hall, the neon lights are colorful, the music is shaking and swaying with the lights, and men and women are dancing wildly on the dance floor.
Franklin frowned uncomfortably as deafening music came to his ears. His sharp black eyes swept across the large dance hall, searching for that familiar figure.
"This is the Margarita you ordered. Please enjoy it." Ava placed a blue cocktail on the tray in front of the table.
"The drink is well made... Did you make it?" The person tasting the Margarita was an Asian with blond hair and brown eyes who spoke fluent English.
"No, the bartender made it for you..." After Ava finished her answer, she was about to go back, but the foreign man asked her to stay. "Do you mind sitting down and chatting with me?"
