Xavier

I ignored Phoebe's attempt to divert her gaze, and she gave a small smile. "I guess I'll just drink without clinking glasses even if it hurts."

Phoebe took a sip from her glass, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hmm! Tastes strong and so nice.

My irritation grew with each passing moment, and I couldn't help but feel like she was toying with me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked again, my voice low and even.

Phoebe smiled, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrent of anger in my tone. "You haven't answered my question yet," she said, her voice dripping with nonchalance. "What are you doing, drinking like...