From his car window, Bryson watched her depart.

As Hannah approached the community’s security booth, she glanced back and called out, “Until next time, Mr.

Mitchell.

It wasn’t until Hannah vanished from view that Bryson regained his composure and drove off.

Upon reaching her home, Hannah kicked off her shoes onto the carpet and sank onto the sofa, even before the room lights were on.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Recognizing the caller, she promptly answered.

Loud music blasted from the other end, prompting Hannah to distance the phone from her ear.

“Lydia, are you at a bar again?”

“Hannah, Lydia’s in a drinking contest with someone.

I can’t dissuade her.

get blamed,” a female voice, distorted by the bar’s music, relayed

upright, Hannah responded, “Give me the

I’m on my way.

sent

keep an

I’ll be there soon.

Hannah quickly headed out and

&

she urged

bar’s vibrant

Hannah made her way to the center of

red hair waving as

Hannah approached, the deafening beats from the DJ made her increasingly

as the latter took

the bottle away, Hannah yelled,

drunk, recognized Hannah and flung herself at her, planting a ki*s on

brings

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