It was… Garrett Vincent!
Dressed in a white shirt and beige trousers, he gave off a casual aura.
His slightly tousled black hair caught the cold moonlight, casting a soft glow on his finely chiseled features, half illuminated, half shadowed.
But tonight, to Rachel, he seemed different.
He was looking at her, and his dark eyes no longer held the usual indifference. Instead, there was a trace of confusion in them.
That gaze made Rachel uneasy, as though he was looking through her, searching for something beyond her presence.
Garrett took a step closer, and Rachel caught a strong whiff of alcohol.
"You've been drinking?" she asked instinctively.
"Yeah, just a little," he replied with a light chuckle, his eyes fixed on her without wavering.
Rachel pressed her lips together. "It's late. I need to go. Goodbye." As she spoke, she lifted her foot to leave.
But just as she turned, his hand suddenly seized her arm, pulling her straight into his embrace.
