**Quinn's POV**

Owen? What is he doing here? Oh, don't tell me he's stalking me. "Who are you?" Hanz asked coldly. His breathing was rapid.

Owen laughed sarcastically. "Me? I'm..." Owen glanced at me. "I'm her bestfriend."

Now it was my turn to be stunned. How could it not be? This was the first time Owen had introduced himself as anything other than my ex-boyfriend to people he met after we broke up. Could he be drunk?

"Oh, just a friend. Then you have no right to interfere in our business," ...