The whole thing happened so fast that the woman’s dress caught some of the mess. She clutched her chest, gagging over and over. “This is so gross…”
“How did this even happen?” Jesse’s voice shook as he tried to cover himself, his face flickering between pale and flushed. He kept scooting further into the corner.
People started whispering all around him.
“Isn’t that Elizabeth’s cousin?”
“He just… totally lost it in front of everyone.”
“I swear, this’ll be all over the news tomorrow.”
“Seriously, I can’t believe this. Wow…”
It didn’t take long before people had their phones out, snapping pictures and recording video. No one wanted to miss a second.
“Stop! Don’t take pictures!” Jesse tried to shield his face with his filthy hands, curling up on the floor in total humiliation. But just as he shouted, another loud, awful sound came from under him.
He’d lost control again.
A horrified cry escaped him. Jesse couldn’t take it anymore. He scrambled to his feet, not caring that cameras were pointed at him from every angle, and stumbled out of the bar as fast as he could.
The sound of laughter echoed through the whole place.
Not far away, tucked in a quiet corner, Charlotte sipped her milk and watched it all with a cool, detached look. She took one last drink, then turned to leave.
Outside, as she waited by the curb for a ride, someone bumped into her hard. Her hat and milk hit the ground.
Before she could even look up, a harsh, slurred voice hit her ear. “Are you fucking blind? Watch where you’re going!”
The smell of booze was overwhelming. Charlotte glanced at the milk spilled on the pavement, her brows drawing together in a frown, then lifted her eyes.
Four drunk guys stood around her.
The one who shouted, a guy with a scar running down his cheek, suddenly grinned when he saw her face. “Well, look at that. Didn’t expect to run into a cute one tonight.”


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