Glasses with colorful drinks were placed on the table one after the other. With a well practiced smile, the waitress left the VIP section. A metallic hand grabbed one of the glasses. Taking a sip, Dante looked at the orange-haired beauty beside him. He timed it just as she turned to steal a glance at him, and when their eyes met, her cheeks flushed as she quickly turned away.
Merry was the only one who seemed to be in a positive mood after meeting him. The short one clearly didn't appreciate the joke he made about her being too young to be in the club, and the guys seemed to be on guard, watching every move he made.
"You're old enough to drink, right?" Dante asked the petite woman.
"Do you need to see my ID?" She asked in return.
"No, I was just wondering why you haven't touched your glass." He looked at them one by one. "Don't worry, it's not poisonous."
