A Night of Passion

eeling so upset about what had happened. She pulled her

. Her eyelids were heavy with tears that sh

from her eyes and they dropped down on the screen of her phone. She wiped it with her thumb b

oured down heavily. Even the weather is crying with m

n through the rearview mirror. Concern boldly written on

ed her politely. "Did you hav

a dismissal smile, not wanting

that she wasn't intere

orrible," h

to open up to him, maybe he could sugg

with me.. after our sev

taking a d

eating on me.. maybe he does not like me

herself from cr

geous and lovel

listening with tears. "But Ambrose do

," she nibbled on lips pitifully, looking down at

ic smile. "Call your friends or anyone and h

t friend, Ammie and I go to a nightclub and party all ni

number, but to her dismay,

eless to call her. It was so upsetting that her best friend was so busy when she needed

nightclub, she decided to follow what her mind had been sc

the driver and walked towards the entrance, taking of

all night long, meet a hot stranger, rele

ediately order Manhattan and watched the bartender

jumping wildly to the DJ's throbbing music. The floor pulsated un

tly packed crowd. They reminded her of an electric

lf like this. Since having a steady relationship, she didn't really care

as her favorite track, "Levitating" by Dua Lipa. She smirked as she turned her head again to the crowded dan

he made her way to them, pulling up a dress

ty anyway, not especially when her ex-