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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.

he walked into the bar, he spotted Quincy. That man really was everywhere, like a shadow that refused to disappear. Or maybe it was just fate. No matter how they tried to avoid each other, they always

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

shook her head. "You go ahead. I just want to

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

testing the waters, his fingers inching toward

as their fingertips were about

you going?" Eugene thought she was angry and was

to get some juice. I'll be right back. No need to follow me,

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

the bar. As she moved, a man sidled up to her,

wasn't one to

then, with her high heel, stomped on his foot with all her might, grinding the heel in for good measure. Her stiletto was sharp and deadly, nearly