Mira sauntered over to the booth, her confident stride turning heads. As she reached the familiar figure’s booth, he looked up, his eyes locking onto hers.

“What are you doing here?” He said, a mixture of surprise and wariness crossing his face.

Mr Vic,” Mira purred, sliding into the booth beside him. “I see you're still surrounded by beautiful women.” Mira pretended she wasn’t affected by his wariness of her.

Vic's gaze drifted to the women, his expression uneasy. “Just enjoying the night, and why are you looking for me after what you did last time, leaving me to fend for myself.”

Mira's eyes narrowed. “I’m really sorry about what...