"Hey, beautiful, are you here alone?" A man in his thirties, holding a cocktail that cost 10,000 bucks, sat across from Alice with a grin.
"Get lost," Alice snapped, glaring at him.
"Well, let me introduce myself. I'm Baron Allen, the owner of this bar," he said, still smiling.
Without a second thought, Alice threw her drink in his face. "I said get lost!"
Alice was in a bad mood, and being pestered by this man made her patience wear thin. She couldn't hold back her anger and splashed her drink on Baron's face.
"Mr. Allen!" The men who drank with Baron stood up, ready to act.
Baron waved them down, wiping his face casually. Instead of getting mad, he chuckled. "I just wanted to get to know you. There's no need to get so upset, right?"
Alice calmed down a bit. Realizing she had overr
