"What are you up to, Drake?
If you've got nothing better to do, why not go have a drink with some girls?
Isn't your circle crowded with beauties?"
Sarah pulled her wrist from his grasp, her flushed cheeks angrily glaring at Drake, with her lips firmly pursed.
"It's not me seeking you out.
It's Beauty who's looking for you.
She looks quite upset, right outside the ladies' restroom, go check on her."
A chill spread across Drake's face.
He backed up several steps, intentionally maintaining a distance from her.
He still remembered the night when Sarah, in a fit of despair, asked him to stay at least five steps away from her at all times.
Now, they were exactly five steps apart.
He could only observe from afar, her petite face rosy from the effects of alcohol.
"Thank you."
Sarah bowed her head in thanks and, teetering on her ten-centimeter heels, sprinted off towards the ladies' restroom.
