Drasa’s POV
I flagged down a taxi heading to the bar. After checking the timetable, I realized there were no lectures today, again.
The drive was silent, with only my thoughts running wild.
I didn’t know what Amelia was up to. She behaved wildly—too wildly for me to grasp her true nature.
She seemed real sometimes, then completely different at other times.
The taxi pulled up in front of the bar, and I rushed in. The manager spotted me the moment I stepped inside. His eyes raked over me from head to toe, as if surprised I’d actually shown up.
“Drasa?” he called out, clearly stunned.
“Yes,” I replied, my eyes on the floor.
“What are you doing here?”
“To work.”
“In which bar?”
“This one,” I said flatly.
“You must be joking.”
“I’ve never joked.”
“Then maybe you should start, bec
