"Or, I could drive you home."

"Someone is coming to pick me up. You don't need to walk me out. Just go back. It's your birthday today. They are waiting for you.”

"Well, let me at least walk you down to your car."

Evelyn racked her brains, desperately trying to come up with a clever plan to convince Tyrone to stay.

She knew the drug was about to kick in, and she didn't want to fight with Galilea over Tyrone, like Sabrina did.

A single night with him was all she desired.

She tailed Tyrone into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, an imposing silence filled the space, with just the two of them inside.

Tyrone chose the ground floor with a press of a button.

Evelyn hovered behind Tyrone, stealing subtle glances at him.

ALL he wore was a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, exposing his muscular arms. His coat hung over his elbow, and his casual action made him look noble and elegant.

Summoning her courage, Evelyn tiptoed to stand behind him, intending to embrace him,

Just then, the elevator doors suddenly opened, and several young people came in, talking and laughing. Upon sighting Tyrone, their chatter diminished momentarily.

A young lady kept stealing glances at him. His success was apparent, his youthfulness contrasted with the tranquility in his eyes, resembling that of a mature man.

And, there was something familiar about him.

Before the girl could recall who he was, the elevator doors opened.

The elevator had reached the ground floor.

As the young group exited, Tyrone stepped out, too. He turned to face Evelyn, instructing, "You should head back."

"It's fine. Let me walk you out at least."

As they emerged from the karaoke bar, a chilly gust of wind grazed past them, amidst a sea of neon Lights.