As Sabrina took her initial strides toward freedom, Kody made an abrupt pivot, his fingers enveloping her delicate wrist.

"My dear beauty, do not be hasty in your departure," he purred, his grip surprisingly tenacious.

“Release me!" Sabrina implored, her efforts to break free proving futile in her semi-intoxicated state.

Her voice, while unyielding, lacked its usual commanding force.

“I shall liberate you on one condition: indulge me with a drink,“ he proposed, a sly glint in his eyes.

Sabrina scoffed.

“Dream on!"

Kody's mirth evaporated, his demeanor taking a more sinister turn.

“Hey! You leave me no choice but to be rude!"

With a forceful tug, Sabrina found herself recoiling into the booth.

Undeterred, Kody swiftly poured a glass of wine and positioned it before her.

“Drink it," he commanded.

Sabrina, however, lifted her gaze to meet his, her lips tightly pursed, an unwavering silence her chosen response.

The standoff between them intensified, casting an ominous shadow over the atmosphere.

“What's going on here?™

A sudden interruption shattered the impasse. A voice, originating from a nearby vicinity, pierced through the tension.

ALL heads swiveled in unison toward the source of the sound.

Kody arched an eyebrow and inquired, "Who might you be?"

Sabrina, momentarily caught off guard, experienced a spark of recognition. Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, "Tyrone!"

In an instant, her prior antipathy toward Tyrone dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and gratitude that he had arrived in the nick of time.