…Emile POV…

I walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. As I waited for my order, I felt someone's gaze on me. I turned to see a man sitting a few stools down, his eyes fixed on me. I rolled my eyes and turned away. I wasn't interested in his advances.

The man persisted, though, and eventually, he approached me. "Hey there, gorgeous. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" he slurred.

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Just enjoying a night out," I replied curtly.

I suddenly felt pressed and headed in the direction of the bathrooms. I turnedy head to see someone behind...