Lydia enthusiastically persuaded her. "Boss, you're young too. You look younger than all of us. As long as the heart is young, age doesn't matter. Come have some fun."
"That's right. Lydia is usually super frugal. This time, she said tomorrow night is on her."
Under the persistent urging of the staff, Addison finally relented. "Alright. I'll go tomorrow night, but let me treat."
Someone immediately objected. "No way. It's whose birthday? Who pays? That's the rule. Boss, if you want to treat, wait until your birthday."
Birthday.
Her fake birthday had already passed, but her real birthday was next month.
She smiled softly. "Alright. Next month, on the eighth, I'll treat."
"Yeah. That's amazing. Two months in a row with someone paying."
The group laughed and chatted as they headed to the bar.
Inside, the deafening music made Addison want to turn around and flee.
She had imagined a quiet, gentle bar, never expecting something this lively.
