The aroma of the alcohol was enticing, making one linger over each sip.
Natalie Vaughn wasn't sure if she was drunk or not; she only knew she was enveloped by the scent of the alcohol and Zane Thorne's presence, her entire world contained within this small paradise.
For such a long time, her tolerance hasn't improved.
She felt a bit dazed, smiling with a playful innocence.
Suddenly, she remembered that every emotional milestone with Zane seemed connected with alcohol.
She asked.
"When did you realize it was me that night?"
She was referring to the night she went to the bar to find Zane after knowing she was going to have a blind date.
Zane lowered his head, gazing at Natalie's flushed cheeks, those eyes like peach blossoms filled with shimmering emotions.
"As soon as I saw you, I recognized you."
He hadn't been able to recognize the girl in the photo as the hopeful encounter in the alley years ago, but upon seeing her in person, everything came back.
