Before I could respond, the manager returned with more than a dozen male companions following behind him.
The sound around me dimmed for a second, like even the loud club had to make space for what walked in.
"Pick whoever you like," he said smoothly. "We have every style here. You like the cold, dominant type, right? That one in the suit looks similar to Mr. Fuller, doesn't he?"
Macy was already distracted, leaning toward a younger man with an easy smile. The man beside her poured her a drink without hesitation, then gently took her hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She didn't stop him. She even leaned closer.
I blinked.
This woman really came here often.
No wonder she never ran out of confidence.
"What are you staring at?" Macy called over. "Pick someone already."
I forced a small smile, feeling completely out of place. "I… I'm fine."
