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"Eugene, I'm telling you one more time. I don't need you here. Just go home," Lydia's tone grew more impatient.

She had come out late to have a drink, clear her mind, and ease her frustrations, not to have Eugene hovering around, nagging her endlessly.

Eugene, however, didn't budge. Instead, he sat down beside her and opened a bottle of beer for himself.

"If you want to drink, then I'll drink with you. Whenever you've had enough and want to go home, I'll take you."

Lydia found herself at a loss for words. Suddenly, she no longer felt like drinking. She placed the bottle aside and looked at the men and women swaying wildly in the dance floor under the neon lights.

How she wished Quincy was the one beside her right now.

"Lydia, how about we head over and dance for a bit?" Eugene offered.

Or maybe it was just fate. No matter how they tried to avoid each

was determined to cut that connection. He wanted Quincy to see them, dancing close, their bodies brushing up against each

ahead. I just want to sit for a

I'm staying right here. I only want to dance with you. I'm not even

even reached out, as if testing the waters, his fingers inching

about to touch, Lydia

thought she was angry and was

I'll be right back. No need to

the jewelry he had bought earlier, planning to give it to

a man sidled up to

wasn't one to

her might, grinding the heel in for good measure. Her stiletto was