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A girl with multicolored hair was sitting at the bar. She noticed Yvonne approaching and immediately slid off her
high stool, offering it with a casual wave.
"Mm," Yvonee murmured in acknowledgment.
Taking the seat, she grabbed the cocktail waiting for her, downed it in one go, and let out a long, weary sigh.
"Ugh, talking to her is exhausting."
"Your cousin is such a buzzkill," the girl scoffed. A sharp laugh escaped her lips.
"I mean, seriously. What year does she think it is? Who still wears those cheap scarves from a street market?"
"Layla, my cousin's always been like that. Not everyone can appreciate what you call fashion," Yvonne replied. A
smile tugged at her lips as she glanced at the girl beside her.
The girl's nwas Layla Singer.
She and Yvonne had been in the sclass since elementary school, but after middle school, Layla dropped out
and started spending her days at her brother Leonardo's bar.
These days, Layla has completely embraced the look and attitude of a delinquent.
Their long-standing friendship allowed Yvonne to drop her usual pretenses. She relaxed in ways she couldn't
around others.
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Always playing the perfect lady was exhausting. It was with Layla, in this chaotic, rowdy bar, that Yvonne felt
most at ease.
"You're one to talk," Layla quipped. She was unbothered as she picked up her glass.
"What's the point of dressing so plain all the time? I'm bored to death of your sweet, innocent little flower act.
And you've stuck with it for years like you're allergic to change."
Yvonne's style was practically the dictionary definition of the "good girl" aesthetic.
Her long black hair was always impeccable. She wore knee-length dresses and makeup, emphasizing her doe-
eyed, soft, and innocent appearance. She dabbed blush under her nose, giving her cheeks a faint, pitiful flush.
One glance at her, and anyone would peg her as the perfect honor student: harmless, and diligent. Little did they
know, she often snuck off after school to places like this—a bar where chaos and rebellion reigned.
Yvonne cto the bar solely to unwind. She paid no attention to the men who occasionally tried to hit on her.
In her eyes, she deserved the best, and the crude, unremarkable guys lingering in front of her didn't even come
close to cutting it.
"You might find it boring, but there are plenty of people who still love it," Yvonne said with a cryptic smile as she
stood up from her seat.
"I'm feeling a bit tired today. | think I'll head hnow."
"Huh? You're leaving already?" Layla blinked, surprised, but then quickly added, "Wait a sec! Leo's dropping by in
a bit!"
"No need. You guys keep having fun." Yvonne's brow furrowed ever so slightly, but she smoothed it out just as
quickly.
The truth was that Yvonne wasn't particularly fond of Leonardo. Something about the way he looked at her
always made her uncomfortable.
He had a habit of making inappropriate jokes—swith veiled innuendos—and Yvonne would always feign
ignorance.
But since Leonardo was the owner and didn't show up at the bar very often, Yvonne felt it was safe enough to
chere to relax.
She had already planned to head hearly tonight, and hearing that Leonardo was on his way only made her
more eager to leave.
"Don't go! I'm so bored tonight. Just stick around a little longer, at least until Leo gets here. Hang out withfor
a bit!" Layla said, unusually insistent.
"Well... alright, just for a little while," Yvonne said.
Yvonne thought it was strange, but since they'd been friends since childhood, she figured it couldn't be anything
too bad.
Sure, Layla might try to create more opportunities for Leonardo to interact with her, but Yvonne trusted that she
wouldn't cross any serious boundaries.
Besides, it wasn't as if she couldn't just leave once Leonardo showed up. What could possibly go wrong? So, she
sat back down.
"Now that's more like it! Keepcompany and have a drink!" Layla grinned.
Layla, who had been drinking and smoking since middle school, never cared about appearances or decorum.
On the other hand, Yvonne wasn't much of a drinker, especially when there was no social pressure to indulge.
Whenever she cto the bar, she'd stick to just one light cocktail.
"Wilbur! Get us something strong! What was that new one you made the other day? Oh, yeah-'Firekiss Sangria'!"
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