Chapter 22

-=Yesha’s Point of View=-

"I'm telling you guys, I'm not going to drink; you know how low my alcohol tolerance is," I said to Angie.

"That's fine; there are other things to do in a bar anyway," she said as we walked to our first bar.

We just looked for an empty seat, and after that, they immediately went to the dance floor.

After finding an empty seat, they rushed to the dance floor right away.

They kept dancing continuously as if they weren't exhausted at all; it wasn't until an hour later that Angie decided to return to our table and order herself an Espresso Martini.

"What are you doing, Yesha? This is a bar, for crying out loud! Let's have a good time!" She exclaimed.

Because the music was so loud inside this bar, she had to shout for me to hear her.

"Don't mind me; I was simply enjoying my drink."

I responded with a smile, showing her my drink, which she quickly took, much to my astonishment.

"Hey! I wasn't finished ye