To The Kitchen

Upon entering the kitchen, the atmosphere changed. It was still lively but more intimate, with a cluster of people gathered around a makeshift bar area, mixing drinks and sharing jokes. The refrigerator and a few coolers were stocked with beer. The smell of cocktails and other mixed drinks filled the air.

Two women caught his eye almost immediately upon entering. One was short and rather petite. Her blonde hair was swept up in a tight ponytail. As she was making her cocktail, Hunter was intrigued by her. Being much smaller and skinnier than anyone else, it didn’t seem like people would notice her very much. Yet, despite the size differences, she was laughing and inserting herself into any conversation she could. She also kept having people look at her phone. It appeared she was trying to show them something.

Then, his gaze shifted towards a woman with sharp, almost angular facial features. She had noticed Hunter enter and seemed thoroughly unimpressed. Her curly dark hair framed her face, and her piercing eyes seemed to size him up with a hint of skepticism. There was an undeniable intensity to her presence, a confidence that bordered on aloofness. She was mixing drinks with practiced ease, her movements swift and precise. Her expression remained guarded, her lips curved into a faint smirk that hinted at a dry wit. Despite her seemingly aloof demeanor, there was something about her that invited challenge. Her gaze seemingly beckoned for a strong man to confront her. Maybe there was something softer underneath that rough exterior. Maybe not…

Cracking his knuckles, Hunter made up his mind. He knew who he wanted to pursue. He decided to…