You don’t know him very well, but Zhang Hao is a little too good at getting people to stay the night from what you can see at the club. Just good enough to be suspicious. You can’t help but wonder if he was a demon of some sort. Speak of the devil (quite literally), he makes his way over to the counter, where you work as a bartender.

“What are you doing all alone?” Hao nearly purrs. “You must be lonely, aren’t you?”