On the other side.
In a private room of a bar, the room was quite large, filled with several people, both men and women, chatting and laughing, the lights were rather dim.
Jensen Sterling sat in one spot, his long legs casually crossed, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his voice deep and seemingly devoid of emotion.
"This is what you call having a meal?"
Clark Jacobs lay there casually, as if he had no bones: "What else, there's food coming soon. If that's not a meal, what is it?"
He had specifically invited so many people, all of whom were regulars in their group, because the more people, the more lively it gets!
Clark was someone who loved excitement; if he wasn't joining the fun, he was stirring it up, and most of these people came because they heard Jensen Sterling was back.
Jensen Sterling stood up from his seat, picked up his coat, and made to leave. Clark immediately spoke up: "Don't go, Jensen, wait..."
