So, I lifted the glass of water in front of me. "Mr. Munoz, I don't drink alcohol. Here's a toast with water instead."

The water was downed with the swagger of a drink.

Jaxton lightly tapped his glass, staring at me for a few seconds before finishing his wine.

The table erupted in murmurs.

The table was filled with people offering him toast with drinks, but he chose to respond to me solely.