Leonel stormed off, paying no heed to anything else.
Meanwhile, Alexis parked outside a cozy pub.
Sitting at the counter, she ordered a c@@ktail.
The young bartender whipped up her drink, flashing a shy smile before heading to the stage for a performanceâ¦
Alexis listened intently to the song, her beauty accentuated by the crystal lamp, her long curls catching the light.
Her gaze lingered on the young bartender.
From afar, Leonel observed quietly.
Rumor had it Alexis frequented this spot latelyâ¦
Was she sweet on the young lad?
Was this guy going to take his place?
Alexis skipped the c@@ktail.
Timmy Hawks, a family friendâs kid and a psych whiz recently back from overseas, ran this joint.
Heâd been doing shrink duty at a local hospital during daytime.
Running this place, Timmy had invited Alexis to chill but banned booze.
He had warned her, âNo stimulants, or youâll be counting sheep all night.
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Timmy had a few sessions with Alexis a while back.
Lately, sheâd pop in here to unwind.
Timmy said sheâd bounced back.
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Alexis eyed the man strumming the guitar.
Timmy rocked a white shirt and black slacks.
He was still young at heart in his early thirties.
After a couple of tunes, Alexis depart.
On the bar counter, that blush c@@ktail sat, untouched.
A slim figure loitered at the entrance.
Clad in white shirt, black pants, and a navy coat, handsome but with gloomy eyes-it was Leonel.
Alexis froze.
But Leonel snagged her wrist, teeth clenched.
âWhoâs this guy? Is he your new boyfriend? Mrs.
Douglas, remember weâre not divorced yet.
Are you here every day scouting for a new man?â
Alexis felt the urge to yank away.
âWhatâs your deal? Heâsâ¦â
Leonel cut her off.