After all, Lake could swear to heaven that although he had many reasons for embracing the forest, not one of them had been hoping that, after embracing the forest, he would leave it with nowhere to go for a night.
That was truly strange.
Lake helplessly shook his head inwardly, came back to his senses, and looked at Natasha across from him. Smiling, he said, "We've known each other for so long. It seems this is the first time we've sat down and had a drink together, isn't it?"
Natasha nodded. "Yes, the first time."
Lake laughed heartily, raised the bourbon he always drank, and clinked glasses with Natasha. "Then let's drink to our first time."
The corners of Natasha's lips lifted, but then she suddenly thought of something. "No, that's not right."
Lake raised an eyebrow. "What's not right?"
Natasha took a sip of her drink and looked at Lake thoughtfully. "This isn't our first time drinking together. In fact, we met a long time ago. It's just that our positions were different back then."
Lake's thoughts turned, and immediately, the scene from the night Maureen Hand left froze in his mind.
A lot had happened that night.
Lake came back to himself. "You're right. This indeed isn't our first time drinking together. But you also said that our positions were different that time, so that one doesn't count."
"It doesn't count?"
"It doesn't."
"All right."
Natasha did not dwell on it. She smiled, picked up her glass, and clinked it against Lake's. "Then, cheers."
As she spoke.
Lake and Natasha drained their glasses.
Seeing this, the bartender on the other side immediately took two glasses, ran over, and filled them again.
After all, Lake's distinctive silver Porsche Cayenne was parked blatantly in a no-parking zone. From the expressions