"Okay." Noah wiped a sweat from his forehead. Tris! God knows how many people on earth dared to call the Third Master by that name. But he was gonna be one. How terrible.
Maggie came back from the washroom, her face a bit pale. She rubbed the corner of her forehead and said, "f**k, Noah, what kind of alcohol did you order? So strong?"
Noah looked at the bottle and said, "Whiskey."
"No wonder. I'm not drinking more." Maggie rubbed her head, "Don't you drink more either. Remember to find a temp driver later. Maybe, we should call it a day?"
She was actually a little worried. What if Noah could tell that the boyfriend of hers was fake? It was better to go early.
Unexpectedly, Noah also nodded immediately and agreed, "Yes, let's go now."
He didn't even want to be here anymore either. The
