"You seem interested!" Gina pointed out to Fiona, her sharp tone cutting through the music and chatter of the club. Fiona held her drink in her hand, her fingers absently tracing the rim of the glass, but her eyes were unmistakably focused on him. Her gaze lingered on the man seated across the room, his presence commanding without even trying.
"He looks good, doesn't he?" Gina continued, her voice tinged with envy as she followed Fiona's line of sight. "It's already a shock that he chose this exact bar to be in!" She sighed in a dreamy tone, her lips curving into a small, wistful smile as her own eyes fixated on him.
