So pitiful.
Rupert Harris at least belongs to the handsome and rugged type, with a very dashing look.
But in Emily's eyes, he could only pass as average.
Average good-looking...
It always feels like when she says something like that, it's not really a compliment, rather more regrettable.
As they were talking, a guy suddenly came over with a glass, "Get me a Maria, please."
"Sure." The bartender took his glass.
The guy leaned against the bar and naturally chimed in with a greeting, "Good evening, ladies."
"Good evening." Olivia Lewis swirled the wine in her glass and smiled mischievously. She knew she'd encounter this kind of flirting here, otherwise she wouldn't have dragged Enna Clark along.
It's a bachelor party, wouldn't it be boring if a couple of handsome guys didn't come over to join in the fun?
Just wondering if this guy has good taste...
