The lights flickered and the music was deafening.
I told Amy what had just happened.
She raised her eyebrows and drank with me. "Olivia, you like him."
I was silent.
Young people were playing with the wine bottles in their hands. Some of them were sad, some were excited, and some were depressed, indulging themselves in pleasure.
My mood at the moment was complicated.
After I turned on my mobile phone, I got many text messages.
There were missed calls and unread text messages, all from strange numbers.
"So these are the phone calls and text messages from Luke?" Amy said.
I shook my head. I wasn't sure about the phone call, but the text messages must be from Luke.
When Amy's boyfriend Alex White came, the atmosphere in the bar reached its climax.
The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and hormones, and the dance floor was filled with wantonly swaying figures.
Amy and Alex were getting closer and closer.
Their intimacy was particularly eye-catching.
"You didn't call me here just to see you like this, did you?" I asked.
As I took a sip of wine, the alcohol stimulated my nerves.
Hearing my voice, Amy pretended to be angry and hit Alex.