Just as he was taking out his wallet and pulling out a card, before he could hand it to the server, a shadow flickered beside him, accompanied by a male voice.
"This bottle's on me!"
A loud and bold voice spoke. Titus Zane turned his face to meet a young, reckless, and slightly sinister-looking face.
The man looked pretty young, definitely a few years younger than her, with spiked, waxed short hair like porcupine needles, a studded leather jacket collar stood upright, and ripped jeans that were hard to tell whether they were non-mainstream or trendy.
With a toothpick dangling from the corner of his mouth, he looked rather disreputable.
She knew he was either a rich second-generation or a wealthy heir.
Turning her gaze away, Titus Zane couldn't be bothered to deal with him.
She handed the card to the bartop server, "Trouble you, I only want one glass."
Such flirtation attempts were too common in bars. She could just ignore it; it wasn't like she hadn't seen it all before.
