Olivia’s pov

The blonde, tall girl stood beside Kae, but his eyes were glued to his wine glass, uninterested.

“Hi, I’m Lucy,” she whispered, her tone dripping with flirtation. I scoffed under my breath.

“I’ll remember that,” Kae replied flatly, not even sparing her a glance. I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.

I didn’t catch what she said next, but I saw her bold attempt—sliding her hand into his. Kae shot her a glare so sharp that she quickly withdrew.

For some strange reason, that little exchange left me oddly satisfied. I told myself it was only because of Elian.

Still, her persistence began to grate on me. She leaned closer, whispering again in that fake, sultry tone, but Kae wasn’t having it.

He lit a cigarette, smoked lazily, and ignored her like she was background noise.

“C’mon, don’t just stand there,” she urged, louder this time.

Even the handsome bartender seemed entertained, grinning as he pretended to polish a glass while stealing glances at the scene.

I felt a flicker of