Sage Pov
Loud music blared from the speakers as I watched people dance to the soft metal beat. I sighed and swirled the drink in my mouth.
What was the point of sulking here? I was leaving for Portugal tomorrow, and I needed to make the most of my night. Mark was probably off smoking somewhere, and here I was, acting like we had been married and divorced.
Get your s**t together, Sage.
I smiled as a bartender approached, offering a tray full of cocktails. I took one and winked at him.
“Thank you,” I said. He nodded in response.
It didn’t hurt to flirt a little. At least, that’s what I told myself. But no matter how many men I looked at, they all seemed to morph into Mark in my vision.
“f**k,” I cursed, swaying slightly. I needed another drink. I made my way toward the bar
