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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.

like a shadow that refused to disappear. Or maybe it was just fate. No matter how they tried to avoid each other, they always ended up in

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

ahead. I just want to sit for

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

even reached out, as if testing the waters, his

fingertips were about to touch, Lydia

are you going?" Eugene thought she was angry and was about to

going to get some juice. I'll be right back.

pulled out the jewelry he had bought earlier, planning to give

Lydia made her way to the bar. As she moved, a man

one

foot with all her might, grinding the heel in for good measure. Her stiletto was sharp and deadly, nearly crushing the man's