At Nicharm,
lights illuminated the scene. In the VIP booth on the second floor, several young elites of Beotorn were sizing up the women coming and going downstairs.
"Guys, guess if we'll see any beauties tonight?"
"Aren't all the women downstairs beauties?"
"You know nothing. Which of those are real beauties?"
The group chatted merrily. One man sat in the middle, silent, drinking listlessly.
Seeing this, his buddies nudged him. "Mr. Andrews, are you just here to drink?"
"What else?"
"Indeed, you tech geeks are all shut-ins, true homebodies."
Daniel couldn't be bothered to respond to his friend, continuing to drink sullenly.
Suddenly, his buddy shot up. "Guys, beauty is approaching!"
His words drew the attention of everyone, including Daniel, to the first floor.
"It's her?"
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