➥ 𝐨𝐧𝐞

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the street was dark and quiet. The only noise you could hear was muffled music from the club by the end of the street and a car engine. The neon lights glowed half of the dark street.

She stepped out of the car, looking around. " Are we on the right place? "

" Yes. Now let's go before we upset
him. " A deep voice interrupted her thoughts, gently grabbing her arm. She nods over at her best friend before the two started heading towards the doors of the club.

Her heels clicked as she walked, making others aware of her presence. The guards checked their ID and let them in.

The sudden scent of alcohol hit her, making her feel dizzy. Song Runa looks around, internally judging the drunk people dancing, some making out here and there and whatnot.

Already disgusted by the smell of sweat and drinks mixed, she grimaced and faced her best friend. " I'll be by the bar. Finish it as soon as possible, please. "

The taller boy nods, patting her arm.
" I'll try. "

Parting ways, she started walking past the crowd and eventually reached the bar. Sitting on the stool, she propped one of her leg over the other, knocking on the table.

" A strong whiskey. "

" Coming right away, ma'am. "

Sighing, the brunette spins in her chair, facing the crowd as she leaned back in her seat comfortably.

Nothing was entertaining although the music was blasting off against the walls, there were about over sixty people, drunk and out of their senses, dancing out of their minds.

Way across the room, she met eyes with someone. And he was looking right back at her with a smirk she found undeniably hot.

His posture was lean and tall as he leaned against the wall, broad shoulders and eyes that could turn the devil on, his hands stuffed lazily in his pockets. The handsome was wearing a black suit, oh how fitting.

She ignored the way his intense gaze made her feel, letting her eyes shamelessly travel up and down, her lips stretching into a sly smirk as she examined him.

That devilish smirk taunts her from across the room. It was as if everything was spinning once she met his gaze again. And she could already feel things inside her stomach.

Her heart made a strange commotion, racing so fast as she just thought of running her hand down those abs that were outline by his white shirt.

" Miss, your whiskey. "

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