Zoe felt a bit tipsy from the drinks.

It was around 11 PM when she settled the bill, and Mason walked into the bar from outside.

On this winter night, he wore a thin black coat, but the intricate blue patterned shirt inside contrasted the gloominess, making him look sharp. Perhaps it had rained a bit outside, as there were some water droplets on his coat. With his deep-set eyes and the rain-soaked exterior, he appeared as if he emerged from a storm.

The bar still echoed with deafening music.