Blayze, having shared a few drinks with Peterson, had a glazed look in his eyes and his cheeks were flushed.

"Blayze, should we head back?" Sabrina asked as she reached for her bag on the table.

Suddenly, Blayze caught her wrist. His grip was warm, and the veins on his hand stood out sharply.

Sabrina tried to pull away but couldn't break free from his firm grip.

Feeling uncomfortable, Sabrina looked at him and softly called out, “Blayze..."