I down my shot of tequila, my lips pursing as I suck on the lime. Irritably, I tug my half-mask back in place and turn to find the brunette, regrettably, still at my arm.
She's not my type – could never be – but she hasn't let me get a single word in to tell her so.
I decide to be direct.
"Jessica, I hate to interrupt…" She pauses midsentence, one eyebrow arched coolly. "But I'm afraid you're wasting your time."
She gapes as I walk away, striding toward the balcony doors. The night air is crisp and cool, a welcome reprieve.
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