Braelyn's Pov
The rest of the night was a blur of laughter and excitement. Joey asked Lucien for a rematch after watching my victory.
Lucien had flatly rejected without a heartbeat. We spent the remaining time sharing drinks and snacks while carelessly betting on racers and honestly, Lucien was a seer
Because how else could anyone explain why every driver he bet on won, and I kept on losing. It got to the point my cheeks puffed.
"That's enough. I am going home." I declared storming away. My face was a bit flushed, I had drunk a bit of alcohol and was a bit tipsy. Not necessarily drunk.
His laugh rang behind me. This was annoying; the last race just ended, and he won again. I was too embarrassed to accept defeat and would rather just flee.
Lucien was quietly following behind like my shadow. He was definitely grinning and holding back his laugh. I stopped and shot him a glare. "What's so funny?"
