Raton’s POV
That evening, I waited for Sophia on the rooftop of the bar. She had sent me a message earlier after I had left Valerie‘s apartment. It was already midnight and I wondered why she wanted to meet me.
She sounded so urgent on the phone that I couldn’t even talk about resisting. Inside my heart was a very big chaos, the unsettled peace I was trying to get from Valerie and yet she would not still give me an opportunity.
One of the waitresses dressed in a white sleeve shirt and black trousers walked towards me. “Would you care for a drink?” She asked.
I only lifted my head but didn’t give her a reply. She sat in front of me for the next five minutes, waiting for me to make a choice. I took a deep breath inside in relief thinking about what to take, but I couldn’t figure out a
