Julissa stood up and walked to the little stage.
Scott shook his head helplessly but didn’t stop her, knowing that she needed to vent after everything that had happened. That’s why he had accompanied her here to eat and drink.
He wasn’t sure if she would get drunk and start clinging to him again, trying to consume him.
But if she did, he didn’t mind being consumed again.
As he thought about it, he felt a little uneasy, drinking two large gulps of beer. The slight bitterness of the beer spread in his mouth before gradually turning sweet. He wiped his lips, smiling faintly.
Julissa had already sat on the stage, picked up the guitar next to her, strummed a few chords, and began to sing an old song.
“We’re like behind a layer of glass, we can see each other but can’t touch, even though I
