Their dinner comprised a serving of noodles, much to Tyrones chagrin, as his typically handsome countenance contorted with discomfort.
How could something as simple as noodles taste so unpalatable?
In that moment, Tyrone even found himself contemplating that perhaps mutton was a more agreeable option.
Post-dinner, they embarked on a leisurely stroll through the bustling streets.
Are you heading back? Tyrone inquired.
Sabrina shook her head, her gaze resting upon him as she beamed, I have a yearning to go to the bar.
After a contemplative pause, he responded, Indulging in nighttime drinks isnt advisable.
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If you dont, then I will.
Be it due to concern for Sabrinas well-being or his own health, he could not partake in the consumption of alcohol.
Noticing his continued silence, Sabrina huffed in frustration.
If you wont come, I shall go on my own!
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the basement bar within the confines of the club, carefully selecting a booth in which to take their seats.
Sabrina delicately savored a sip of her chosen wine, while a steaming glass of hot water awaited Tyrone at his place setting.
The ambiance of the bar was bathed in dim, sultry lighting, with kaleidoscopic beams emanating from the dance floor. On the stage, a spirited rock vocalist poured his heart into his performance, captivating a throng of enraptured onlookers.
Rock and roll failed to resonate with Sabrinas sensibilities, her musical inclinations leaning toward nostalgic melodies of yore.
An inspired notion seized her, prompting her to gently nudge Tyrones arm. Curious, Tyrone inquired, Whats on your mind?
Take to the stage and grace us with a song, she proposed with a glint of mischief in her eye.
Tyrone momentarily froze, disbelief etched on his countenance. Recognizing her sincerity, he replied, Im afraid I cant do that. Its generally not permitted for regular patrons to ascend the stage
Are you truly a run-of-the-mill guest? If memory serves me right, this establishment is under Tysons proprietorship, she remarked, arching an eyebrow.
Tyrone found himself grappling for a response, taken aback by her astute recollection.
In the midst of Tyrones phone call, Tyson was engrossed in a card game with his friend.
Upon glimpsing the caller ID, Tyson silenced his poker companion and answered the call, Hello, Tyrone, whats up?
Tyrones explanation was succinct, leaving Tyson puzzled as he mused aloud, Its rather peculiar. Why the sudden desire to take the stage and sing?
Cut the crap Very well, Ill contact them immediately.
Tyson concluded the call.
Tyrone? He wants to sing on stage?
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Thats correct, Tyson affirmed, dialing a number to make the arrangements.
Its rather out of character for him. Whats prompting this desire to perform on the bars stage? The man expressed his surprise.
Eddie curled his lip in derision, What other motives could there possibly be
Naturally, it revolved around Sabrina!
Eddie couldnt help but observe the profound transformation that had overtaken Tyrone in the last six months. Tyrone was smitten with Sabrina to the point of overlooking Galileas detainment. How could Galilea conspire with Rowell? He refused to believe that.