Abigail Hemsworth swung her legs.
"Travis Miller, I really want to have fun here."
Rowan Benett scratched his brow on the side, "Bro, the place is cleared. If the Little Princess wants to play, just let her play a bit longer..."
Abigail raised an eyebrow at him, "Yeah, I'm already here, barely two minutes in, what's the difference from making a wasted trip?"
Travis Miller remained unmoved.
"One hour, just one hour," Abigail tried to bargain again.
Travis Miller finally stopped in his tracks, turned to look at the cleared-out bar, and then at Abigail's eagerly expectant eyes, finally bending down to let her down.
"Half an hour."
Abigail frowned slightly.
Travis immediately tried to pick her up again.
"Okay, okay, half an hour!"
Abigail jumped away and headed towards the booth.
Travis watched as others around made way for her. Abigail stood in the middle of the booth, unzipped her coat, and handed it to a nearby waiter.
