ISLA

“What if Apollo will come here?” I poked Becca and asked. However, she was too busy chit-chatting with the blonde-haired man beside her.

I heaved a deep sigh and glanced at the crowd. The club is too lively as the loud flirtatious music roared inside.

I poked Becca again and this time, I caught her attention. “What?” she asked as if pissed because I’m interrupting her flirt session with the guy.

I arched my brow and sighed after. “I’m gonna find the restroom,” I uttered and flashed a weak smile.

“Okay,” she replied.

Great! Seems like she’s too entertained and was enjoying the night. I shook my head and...