Alex sat alone at the bar, nursing his drink. I stole glances from a distance, recognizing the turmoil in his eyes—it was the visage of a heart in pieces.
Between us, there was an inexplicable pull. Despite questioning my feelings, my heart remained steadfast to Dorian. His presence in my life only made it tougher to let go. Each encounter sparked a flutter in my chest. As I approached, Alex was taken aback. Seating myself on a tall bar stool, I waved over the nearby bartender.
"A black coffee, please," I requested, attempting a smile. It was evident Alex was waiting for an explanation.
"I haven't even drunk half of the cocktail. If I drink coffee, we can go home in about an hour and get rid of this nonsense." I couldn't hide my annoyed expression. I wanted to get out of there as soon a
