Aimee's POV
"W-What are y-you doing here?!" I say, stuttering. I even point my finger to Tyron who is languidly standing in front of us with his hands in his pocket.
"Heeyy! Omo omo! Why is your ex-fling in here? Did you call him?" Janine asks and stands in her seat. She clings her hand in my arm. She was about to fall on the floor but luckily, she managed to hold onto me.
I am also not in the right state to attend to her. I have no idea that the alcohol had already entered my system. I was perfectly fine a while ago. But now, my surrounding is slowly spinning and my head is getting heavier every second.
"What are you saying? Have you seen me touch my phone?" I hiss. I roll my eyes at her.
She stares at Tyron and narrows her eyes at him. She then looks back at me. "Then why is he here
