My feet move closer to Bullet, who is still sipping tequila at the bar island, as if drawn by gravity. When I got closer to him, I nudged him on the shoulders. The next thing I knew, he was glaring at me like I was a criminal. However, it took a few moments for him to comprehend who I am. He initially smiled once he realized that it was me."What are you doing here?" I asked."It must be me who should ask you that," he replied emphatically, "what are you doing here?""Why? "Am I not allowed to be here?" I giggled: "why are you asking that as if I am banned in such places like this?""Alright, my mistake," he said with a grin, "it's just that I envision you as someone who is so demure. Do you know? That person who would rather stay in her room, read her favorite book, and go to bed early since she hates having eyebags.""That's stereotyping," I said, crossing my arms."My bad, again," he choked a giggle, "I'm sorry, I simply can't help myself. You don't belong here, and I mean that in
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