Roger pulled up in front of the nightclub, his eyes scanning the bustling scene outside before shifting back to Lily. She hastily unbuckled her seatbelt, ready to leave.
"Are you sure everything's fine? You don't need my help?" Roger asked, his voice laced with concern.
"I'm fine. I can handle myself," she assured him, quickly stepping out of the car.
But just as she was about to walk away, she hesitated, then turned back and leaned into the window.
"Thanks for the help. Again," she said, offering a small smile before finally walking off without a backward glance.
Roger watched her retreating figure, an unsettling feeling stirring in his chest. But after a brief pause, he shook it off and started the car, heading home.
Inside the Club
Winter was struggling to handle the two girls who had been partying like it was the end of the world.
