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The bottle shattered into countless pieces, scattering across the floor. The woman jumped back, startled by the sudden violence. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Quincy in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I told you to get lost," Quincy finally looked at her.

His gaze was void of any emotion or desire, filled only with pure disdain. In that moment, the woman felt a sharp sting of rejection.

Was she really that undesirable? A man who wouldn't even consider a woman throwing herself at him, going so far as to smash a bottle. How harsh.

"Fine, I'll leave! What, you think you're the only option I've got?" she retorted, her pride wounded. She spat out, "With that attitude, who else would even want you? If you didn't want to be bothered, why come to a place like this?" Bars were for unwinding, for indulging in pleasure, so what was he doing pretending to be the good guy?

noise around him quieted, he sat back down, lost in his thoughts, nursing his drink. If only Lydia were here. But he knew better than anyone. His wish was a

had tried to hit on her. A few of them hadn't taken no for an answer, but they quickly backed off when she flung beer

which scared him off for good, though a few still kept stealing glances, planning to circle back later when they thought it was

was, until Eugene

the bottle from her hand. "Lydia, what are you doing? It's late, and here you

replied, unbothered. Since Eugene had taken her drink, she reached for another one. There

even realize where you are? You've been targeted already. If you keep this up, you're going to