GABRIELLE POV
By the time Gabrielle downed her third tequila shot, the man who had been watching her from across the room was now standing on the other side of the bar, his eyes still fixed on her. She ordered a fourth shot, but as she turned around, her legs felt weak and unsteady.
Resting her head on the counter, she grumbled quietly, "This life is such a mess."
Attempting to get up, she slung her bag over her shoulder but felt a wave of dizziness, forcing her to steady herself against the counter.
“Ragazza, vuoi aiuto per chiamare un taxi?” the waiter asked, concerned.
“I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian,” Gabrielle replied.
“Do you need any assistance with calling a taxi?” the waiter offered with a smile.
“Do you also speak Italian?” Gabrielle inquired, surprised.
“I'm from Braz
