I'm sorry but I don't know you that well

Bad Ending #1

Robbie flinched, taken aback by Amber’s sudden offer, his heart racing as her words sank in. His eyes widened at the unexpected proposition from such a beautiful woman, and he instinctively stepped back from the bar. "I…I’m sorry, ma’am, but this doesn’t feel right. After all, we’ve just met."

Amber let out a soft, amused giggle. With a smooth motion, she slid off the barstool and leaned toward him, running a teasing finger across his lips. "Suit yourself," she purred, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. She flashed him a sly smile before turning away, her hips swaying hypnotically as she strutted toward the exit, every step a deliberate temptation.

Robbie watched her go, a mix of relief and regret swirling in his gut, unsure if he had just made the right choice—or the worst mistake of his life.

Outside, the cool night air embraced Amber as she called out, her voice dripping with seduction. "Hey, stud!" she called to Kev, who was fumbling with his car door, still cursing under his breath. "Why don’t you come home with me instead?"

Kev’s ego inflated instantly. He grinned from ear to ear and hurried over, nearly tripping in his rush to jump into her car. “Hell yeah, baby! I knew you couldn’t resist the Kev and his giant meat,” he boasted, reaching over to grope her as soon as he settled into the passenger seat.

Amber chuckled, her eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than lust as she drove away into the night.

That was the last time anyone ever saw Kev. Oddly enough, no one in the town seemed to care—or even ask questions—about his sudden disappearance.

As for Robbie, his life unfolded in quiet monotony. He never took any real chances after that night, always choosing the safe path, always playing it cautious. He lived out an uneventful existence, fading into the background of the world around him. In the end, he died alone, haunted by unspoken regrets, forever wondering what might have been if he had taken just one risk.