They booked a private room.
Haylee grabbed the mic and sang a bunch of love songs at the top of her lungs, but Mikayla was even louder, practically drowning out the music.
Carla sat for a while, her ears aching from the noise, and decided to step out for some fresh air.
She walked over to the window, feeling the cool night breeze on her skin.
The place was bustling with neon lights and loud chatter, even in the dead of night.
Carla crossed her fingers, hoping she wouldn't run into Andrew.
He was the strictest with her, and if he found out she was out this late without going home, he'd give her an earful.
She could already picture his stern, icy stare.
After a moment, Carla turned to leave, but as she turned around, she bumped into someone.
"Well, well, little beauty, coming to me,
