“You’re not going yet?” Nathan folded his arms as he caught Selena in the home bar, groping her fingers on the bottle.
“Nope,” Selena said, taking a bottle of whiskey. “This is your kind of drink, right?” When he didn’t answer, she turned around and continued to talk. “This is like our reunion, Nathan. The last time we were together, the only drinks Cassie and I were allowed were juice and shake.”
“I don’t care. Leave!” He nudged his head toward the doorway, but Selena didn’t move as expected.
“Help me on this, Nathan,” she murmured, her eyes on the bottle's label, and before he could drive her away, she raised her head and whispered, “I think Anton’s cheating on Cassie.”
He scoffed. “Just because you saw him having lunch with…” He furrowed his forehead, forgetting the woman’s name.
