I held my drink and smiled kindly at the handsome bartender inside and said, "Gentleman, my phone is out of battery, can I borrow your phone?"

The people who worked in this kind of occasion were very smooth, so they won't refuse a female customer's request that was not excessive.

I used his phone to send a quick text message and then returned it to him, saying thank you to him.

A short while later, a man sat down next to me.

"Alone, Miss?"

This kind of knowingly opening question did not arouse my interest. Out of courtesy, I turned my head and smiled at him.

His hair was colorful...