Darya leaned over the railing on the second floor of The Hideout, enjoying the night breeze, which helped cool down her flushed cheeks.
The drinking contest was hard-won.
Luckily, she’d come prepared.
Darya blinked away the black dots swimming in front of her eyes.
Her phone was held between her ear and her shoulder.
She listened patiently to the caller on the other end of the line. ‘Hmm…Uh-huh…Don’t worry, I’m fine…No, there’s no need. I can find my way home…I’m having fun…Well, if you insist, I’ll wait for you…Drive safe…’
She hung up, stuffed the phone back into her clutch bag, and tilted her face up, smiling at the velvet night sky dotted with winking stars.
That was what Micah saw when he stepped out onto the balcony.
He’d left the booth to avoid being a witn
