t tripped holding unto the edge of the c

touch. She turned around to be a masked man, surprised and let down at the same t

ctually reminded her of her ex, Atlas. She stared for a good minute and half, before shaking he

ng to his sho

course his voice was different as well. The bartender hefted her orders across the t

e drew close. Patricia pulled her hair out of her face, looking him in his dark eyes. His enigma was some

could tell he had a full beard across his face. "I didn't—" She stuttered, taking a sip of her c

he had been married to Leonardo all this time, because of much devotion and love she committed to him whilst he also had Francesca. She hated

ll that night. And even more so, the devotion seething through her body. She looked down at the man

ertain her for

e and she ensured her mask was tight behind her ears. "You want th

uth—what is the nak

im to ask another girl to marry him right in front of my eyes. That's stupid right?"

t

She gritted through her lips, downing her cocktail. "No, you for letting a man get you this down bad" He scoffed as if he w

a lump down

e had a smirk beneath his mask. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a key c

gged this time. "You asked for the truth, and i'm sure you're attractive, i know i'm attractive so we could sit here for hours talking about how

raising her thumb. "I didn't say he was my ex" Patric leaned in

her lower lips—reminding herself how much she needed this. Li

ive glare, and he hummed, matching his eyes. "

contin