"You're not letting this night end, huh?" Gray raised an eyebrow at Mara's question, but the corner of his mouth twitched into a grin.
"Come on," Mara nudged him playfully with her elbow. "Just one drink. We've earned it."
Gray pretended to think about it for a second, then sighed dramatically.
"Fine. But if you pass out, I'm not carrying you home."
"No promises," she said brightly.
They ended up at a small bar just a short walk away. It was dimly lit with low-ceiling, neon signs, deep booths, and a playlist humming with mellow indie rock. It was the kind of bar frequented by people who just wanted to unwind, but not go all out.
As soon as they stepped inside, the contrast hit them.
Mara glanced down at her white blouse and blazer. Gray, who still in his suit jacket, looked like he had just walked out of a conference room.
The two exchanged a look, then burst out laughing.
