"Where is Keila? She's here, right?"
Keila furrowed her brows upon seeing him asking every waiter that passed by him about her. He looked desperate, and like the first time he saw him with his friends, he was disheveled.
She could feel something was wrong with him, though. It was hard to determine as he kept on drinking. From what she had gathered, he only drank occasionally.
"Sir, what are you doing here?" she asked as soon as she reached him. She could feel a lot of eyes on her, she knew they were already yearning for her attention, and since she had limited her schedule for make-out sessions, a lot had been frustrated.
"Keila, you're here." There was relief in his voice. His eyes were gentle and he was already slightly lightheaded. But he could still talk. It seemed that his alcoho
