Amber stood at the bar, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass, the night unusually quiet. The dull hum of the music barely filled the air, and there were only a few scattered customers in the club, most of them lost in their own world. Megan leaned against the counter beside her, cleaning a glass with exaggerated care, clearly eyeing Amber.
"So, who was that guy from last night?" Megan asked with a sly grin, her curiosity barely contained. "He looked like he had more than just a passing interest."
Amber’s gaze shifted slightly, avoiding Megan’s teasing look. She wasn’t one to share much about her personal life, especially not at work. "Just a friend," she said, her voice steady.
Megan raised an eyebrow and let out a short laugh. "Just a friend?" she repeated, clearly amused. "Sure, Amber. That’s what they all say." She nudged Amber playfully, making her shift uncomfortably.
Amber glanced at the clock, her impatience growing. "Show time," she muttered, more to herself than t
