Vinorca Jona POV
“Happy belated birthday.” He settled me on the couch and handed me a glass of water.
I smiled. “It’s only a few hours past—how is that belated?” Either the alcohol had finally mellowed, or he just made everything feel too easy.
I felt good around Masen. Too good. He wasn’t even someone I knew—just a stranger. Yet somehow, he treated me better than the people who actually exist in my life.
“Because a few hours counts.” He smiled as I took a sip. “Still… you should’ve been more careful. If it was your first time at a club, getting this drunk isn’t safe.”
“You don’t even know me. Still, you helped me—thanks.” I offered my gratitude quietly after a few more sips, too drained to say more after everything.
Masen looked like he was actually glad he did.
“You don’t have to
