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After we were done eating, Fang and I left the restaurant. I got to have a short glimpse of the glaring waitress and somewhere it made me smile. "By the way, will you be alright? You drank a lot today," I asked Fang as we exited the place. He felt oddly close to me than most of the people in my life, even though I hated that fact. 

Fang waited till he closed the door behind me like a gentleman before walking to my side, "I don't get drunk, little one." 

"Why?" I asked back innocently. I had barely had drinks in my life and the last time I had one, Fang had ended up kissing me. It was better that I did not drink today. But even for Fang, three pints of beer were not good to handle. "Do you even know how much this is?" I asked, raising my fingers up to show victory sign. 

Fang sighed and stopped walking while my feet walked ahead two steps before I came back to stand in front of him, still holding my two fingers up.