Zoe’s POV

Indeed, it’s strangely different mingling with others. But Cindy never failed to entertain me while we were inside the bar. She finds a seat for us at the corner, where lights were somewhat not passing through.

“Drinks here are awesome, Zoe. It would be best if you tried it,” she said as she leaned on the couch.

I smiled. “I’m okay with flavored beer. I don’t drink alcohol with higher—”

“Come on. I swear you will love it. Let’s try?” she asked, making me shake my head.

“You can go. I’ll stay here with my beer,” I said as I raised the bottle.

Cindy laughed. “Okay, if you...