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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?

respond. As the 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 fantasy that would never come true. Just as he reached for another

lost count of how many creepy men had tried to hit on her. A few of them hadn't

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

was, until Eugene showed

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

taken her drink, she reached for another one. There was plenty to go

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