“Bro, calm down.
“Who do you think you are, calling me ‘bro‘?” the man with the spiky hair retorted with disdain.
“Attend to your own affairs!”
“sir, if you persist in creating a scene, we shall have no choice but to ask you to leave,” the waiter cautioned.
With a haughty raise of his eyebrows, the man with the spiky hair advanced menacingly.
“What’s that? How dare you drive me out?”
The man to the left couldn’t resist joining the fray, gesturing at the waiter.
“How dare you treat Kody like this! Summon your manager at once!”
Similarly, the man to the right chimed in, “Are you new here? Don’t you recognize Kody’s significance?”
Yet another waiter intervened in an attempt to mediate the escalating dispute.
But Kody and his cohorts remained unyielding, refusing to let Sabrina go.
Recognizing a fleeting opportunity, Sabrina seized it and swiftly made her escape from the tumultuous scene they had created.
As Sabrina took her initial strides toward freedom, Kody made an abrupt pivot, his fingers enveloping her delicate wrist.
“My dear beauty, do not be hasty in your departure,” he purred, his grip surprisingly tenacious.
“Release me!” Sabrina implored, her efforts to break free proving futile in her semi-intoxicated state.
Her voice, while unyielding, lacked its usual commanding force.
“I shall liberate you on one condition: indulge me with a drink,“ he proposed, a sly glint in his eyes.
Sabrina scoffed.
“Dream on!”
Kody’s mirth evaporated, his demeanor taking a more sinister turn.
“Hey! You leave me no choice but to be rude!”
With a forceful tug, Sabrina found herself recoiling into the booth.
Undeterred, Kody swiftly poured a glass of wine and positioned it before her.
“Drink it,” he commanded.