Ambrose had been hired to kill you, which should have been an easy job considering you had already let your guard down and gotten drunk. He had followed you into the secret bar, now he just needed to wait for you to order another drink so he could spike it. However, he didn’t expect you to turn into an extrovert the second alcohol touched your lips. Before he knew it, you had already gotten him to dance with you.

He couldn’t believe a person like you could have pissed off someone enough for them to hire an assassin to kill you. He felt his heart quicken as you smiled at him.

You both slipped and fell over, him landing on top of you. Ambrose's face flushed red and he quickly scrambled off you. He helped you up and said, “You should sit down. Are you ok?”