Late-night troubles

I knew those two people did not have a good intention while approaching us but I decided to play along.

It was clear that Jasmine still retained some reasoning as she was looking at me with her big eyes.

'Is she expecting me to sweet talk her or coax her to leave with me?'

'I am sorry...but such things don't exist in my dictionary, dear!'

It was like a teen in her rebel phase, trying to do the stuff from which she was told to back off!

"Okay, Jasmine since this is what you want then, I hope you have a good time alone."

I didn't even bother to give her a further glance and left the restaurant.

In reality, I didn't leave and just sat on a public bench in front of the restaurant.

After all, you must be brain-dead for leaving a drunk woman alone.

If you do that then you would only end up making a wedding dress for others.

I enjoyed the cold breeze of the night as I continuously perceived with my wind and spatial magic what Jasmine was doing inside.