Chapter 287
Chapter 287:
Jeff, reconnecting with classmates he hadn’t seen since graduation, seized the moment to catch up, talking non-stop about everything they had missed. By eight o’clock, Jeff walked over, accompanied by Rafael and a few unfamiliar faces that Fernanda didn’t recognize.
“What’s going on here?” Jeff asked, his tone friendly.
“Just played a few games with Fernanda,” Sloane answered, smiling. “Hey, Rafael, what’s the occasion?”
“Can’t I just come by to see you?” Rafael, standing next to Jeff, chuckled. “Sloane, it’s been way too long since we hung out. I was hoping we could share a drink or two. What do you say?”
Sloane couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course, I’d be happy to share a drink with you.”
“Perfect!” Rafael clapped his hands, signaling the start of a good time. A tall, slender man casually placed a basket filled with drinks on the coffee table, setting the stage for a laid-back evening.
The young man wore a baggy designer hoodie that draped loosely over his frame, giving him a charmingly awkward look.
Once he set the basket down, his eyes briefly landed on his hoodie, spotting a bit of dust on it.
With a quick motion, he brushed it off, a small, unnoticed action by everyone except Fernanda, who had been observing him closely.
Fernanda’s attention quickly shifted from the young man to the basket of drinks now sitting on the table.
Inside the basket was a wide selection—wines, beers, spirits, and fruit liqueurs—everything anyone could desire.
Someone brought over a sofa, and Jeff and his group sat down, making themselves comfortable.
By coincidence, Rafael found himself sitting directly across from Fernanda.
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He popped open a beer, poured a glass for Sloane, and then filled one for himself. With a playful grin, he raised his glass and said, “Sloane, thanks for introducing me to all these incredible students from Esaham University.”
Without hesitation, Sloane finished her beer, showing no signs of slowing down. Fernanda had known for a while just how impressive Sloane’s drinking abilities were.
She had witnessed Sloane put away a fair amount of alcohol during their previous outings, whenever they shared a meal.
It wasn’t long before Sloane realized that Fernanda, too, enjoyed her drinks.
From that moment on, they felt a connection.
After three glasses with Rafael, Sloane felt a burst of energy.
The basket on the table was filled with a mix of her favorite drinks, along with a few new ones she’d never tried, sparking her curiosity.
As they sipped their drinks, the conversation flowed. Rafael’s quick wit and humor effortlessly kept everyone laughing.
The lively atmosphere didn’t go unnoticed, and soon others gathered around, drawn in by the fun. Before long, a crowd had formed.
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