Glancing at the wine menu in the Heaven Bar, Zoe slipped away awkwardly. Although she had enough money, she still felt distressed to be so extravagant.

As soon as she got out of the bar, Zoe slapped herself on the forehead.

"Shit!"

She thought she would go back with Adele, so she didn't drive out at all. She came directly by taxi. Now, how could she go back? She couldn't just go into the bar and hooked up a guy and then had him take her home.

It was twelve o'clock in the morning. The streets were empty. Where was the taxi?

She took out her phone and dialed Adele's...