I shook my head again, offering her a polite smile. "No, thank you."
She pouted slightly, swirling the cocktail in her hand. "You sure? It’s really good."
"I'm sure," I said firmly.
She tilted her head, studying me with curious green eyes. "Where you from?"
"New York," I answered.
Her lips curved into a playful smile. "New York?" She took a small sip of her drink before shaking her head. "Most people I know in New York love to party... but you?"
Her Mexican accent was thick, making her words sound almost musical. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for my answer.
Camila tilted her head, her green eyes glinting with curiosity. "So, who are you with—"
Before she could finish, Theo finally turned toward us.
The moment her gaze landed on him, a slow, knowing smile spread across her face.
