She looked around, hoping to find Tristan.
But in the entire hall, aside from a boisterous crowd, there was no sign of Tristan.
At that thought, she gave a self-deprecating smile and headed for the entrance.
If Tristan didn't want her to find him, then she wouldn't. She had been so foolish.
Ordinarily, her black tracksuit and plain ponytail wouldn't have attracted much attention in a bar like this.
But from the moment she walked in, she'd acted so out of place. That, combined with how she was craning her neck searching for someone, had drawn the attention of many single young men.
Now, seeing that she was about to leave right after arriving,
three men moved to block her path. One of them, a handsome man with a sunny disposition, spoke up first to chat her up. "Hey, young lady, you look like you're still a student. What's up? First time in a place like this?"
"—" Mika Summers froze for a second at being called "young lady."
