Jeanne, however, seemed to be lost in the pulsating energy of the club. Her eyes sparkled with an uncontainable vivacity, her movements unrestrained and carefree.
She flourished in the attention she garnered from the crowd, her laughter ringing out as she interacted with their friends and even caught the eye of another young man.
Adrian's heart sank as he watched her flirt playfully with the stranger, his grip on his drink tightening. His attempts to engage her in conversation went unnoticed, drowned out by the music and the whirlwind of activity around them.
Adrian could confront the man and shoo him away, but the fault wasn't his. It was hers. She should not have been receptive to him at all.
Perhaps it was nothing.
But he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and hurt, wonderin
