Sullen, Peggy took another sip of her drink. That crisp Franklin note on the table looked so out of place—glaring and hot, like a branding iron searing into her chest, right down to her core.
Even though she silently cursed the man for brushing her off, she couldn't help but replay that night in her mind.
What had gotten into her that night?
Probably the alcohol… or maybe—it was just that he really was that handsome.
Feeling her mouth go dry as she stared at him, Peggy instinctively swallowed. She could hear her own heartbeat and breathing, rough and rapid.
"Damn it, Peggy, what is wrong with you…"
She scolded herself inwardly.
"Stay calm. Calm down! Peggy, he's just a Chinese man—just…"
Feeling flushed all over, she quickly downed the rest of her drink. The glass was empty. Parched and hot, she gestured to the server with a raised finger:
"Another, please…"
