The moment Tristan Grayson pushed open the door, Gia Miller stopped drinking. She continued to hold her wine glass, swirling it gently. After Tristan sat down, she finally raised the glass and took a dainty sip of red wine, her movements the very picture of elegance…
Cassian Jennings didn't notice Gia Miller's subtle change. He walked over, sat beside her, and pulled her into his embrace. A roguish smile touched his lips as he asked, "Tristan, what made you suddenly think to come find me for a drink?"
"Felt like a drink, so I came," Tristan Grayson replied nonchalantly. He reached for an unopened beer on the table, cracked it open, and took a large swig.
"Haha…" Cassian knew that if Tristan didn't want to talk, there was no point in asking. So, he laughed and let go of Gia, reaching for a bottle of beer himself. He opened it, clinked it against Tristan's, and took a long, deep gulp.
Gia sat quietly to the side, keeping them company.
