"What? Is it that surprising to see me?" Kyle asked with a raised brow. He strode over to the table, but there were no seats left. "Couldn't you have chosen a table with chairs?" He flared at Alex and Dave, whose expressions were placid.
"Every table in this hall has the same number of seats, Storm. Go get yourself a chair if you want to sit," Dave said in a bored tone.
Kyle ignored his remarks as his eyes went to the ladies, his expression turning soft. "You are beautiful as always, Sara," he turned to stand by her side with an outstretched hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you…. Again."
"Likewise, Mr. Storm," Sara was no longer surprised to see yet another celebrity joining them at their table. First, it was the movie queen, Amber. The man with the golden finger, fashion icon Dave Dylan, and now, the king of song, Kyle Storm. Who else was coming tonight?
