Blabbermouth

BENTLEY'S POV

As we settled into a cozy corner of the café, then the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the buzz of conversation around us made me feel good, I found myself going into tales of my life as the owner of the bar because for some odd reason, just like Accalia always told me, Enzo was really an easy going person anyone could trust.

"So, Enzo, picture this: it's a Friday night, the bar is packed and then suddenly, out of nowhere, a group of bachelorette party-goers storm in, decked out in tiaras and feather boas," I recounted and was gesturing animatedly with my hands like an excited kid.

Enzo chuckled and then began leaning back in his chair with a grin. "Ah, the infamous bachelorette parties. I can only imagine the chaos they bring."

"You have no idea," I replied with a mischievous twinkle in my eye. "But let me tell you about the time they decided to have a karaoke competition and let's just say, it was...memorable."

As I kept him company with stories of wild night