Being fancy was never quite her thing. She didn’t like expensive items or lavish clothing and especially didn’t like people. Tingting was often put into such situations anyways and had learned to just be polite and quiet. Of course, this event seemed a bit more laid back than the one’s back home but she still kept reserved. Partially because she didn’t want others to think badly of her but mostly because it was just in her nature anyways. As she sat at the bar and watched the scene unfold, she mindlessly took hold of a drink she had thought to be hers. After taking a sip of the supposed red wine, she realized it was a sangria and her glass had actually been sitting on her left hand side. “I’m sorry. Is...Is this your drink?”












