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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

was determined to cut that connection. He wanted Quincy to see them, dancing close, their

head. "You go ahead. I just

I'm staying right here. I only want to dance with you. I'm not even interested in looking at anyone else." Eugene scooted closer to her, closing the distance between

out, as if testing the waters, his fingers inching toward

fingertips were about to

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

get some juice. I'll be right back.

jewelry he had bought earlier, planning to give

to the bar. As she moved, a man sidled up to her, trying to make an unwanted

one to tolerate

hand and then, with her high heel, stomped on his foot with all her might, grinding