"Nothing."
"your drink."
I immediately gulped down the beer to soothe my suddenly parched throat. I can't do this. I'm acutely aware that I don't belong here. This will just remind me of all the memories I had with Diego. Damn it. Everything about him fills my mind.
"Morgan, it doesn't seem like a good idea for us to be here. Let's just go to a bar. We can drink and enjoy the classical music you like."
Unfortunately, I received a shake of the head. Morgan even pulled me to the middle of the already crowded dance floor.
"Morgan, you're not used to all this. The music here is too loud, and it's not your taste," I said.
"Yes, I do prefer classical music over DJ music, but I want to jump and dance with you tonight."
I was even more surprised by his response. "But you hate dancing to pa
