Actually, he went up long ago but was chased away by the women.
They said they're drinking here tonight and watching the performers in the dance floor, and told him not to bother them.
Kaitlyn Webb was very firm in her stance, her eyes indicating that if he interfered again, she wouldn't acknowledge him anymore.
With no other choice, Morgan Benson immediately called them, notifying them to come over.
"..." Walter Schmidt said nothing, his thin lips pressed into a cold line, as he walked forward and stopped by the table.
The man didn't speak until Bryan White and the others stood still, then he said, "Having fun? Enjoying yourselves?"
Though he addressed everyone, his eyes were fixed on Emma Benson.
Emma was watching the rock band's performance in the dance floor; the atmosphere was lively. Her emotions were stirred, and she suddenly turned around, having faintly heard a familiar voice.
