Francisco's grip on Emily's arm tightened as he spoke with a steely resolve, “Go somewhere. I will talk to you later.”

But Emily, fueled by alcohol and her own determination, refused to back down. “No… I want to talk now,” she insisted, her voice slurred.

Despite her persistence, Francisco maintained his calm demeanor, his gaze piercing as he silently conveyed his message. Emily, noticing the intensity of his stare, felt her voice falter.

“Please,” she ...