The darkness outside matched her sentiments.

What a nuisance!

Why did he choose to drink at such an unusual hour? Couldn’t he have chosen to drink at home instead?

Without other options, Sabrina slipped into her attire and navigated to the location shared by Rolf. She made her way to the building, and nudged the door open.

Inside, a pair of men Lounged on a couch. One of them was Rolf and the other was Tyrone.

Rolf, reclined comfortably against the couch, sparked a cigarette into life.

Tyrone was situated in a similar pose, but his eyes were shut, a wine glass clutched in his hand.

him briefly, his eyes opening and

across the floor were

queried, “Did he empty all these

did,” Rolf responded with a sober

stepping to the couch to place the wine glass on

eyes flickered open, fixing her with a silent

met his gaze, momentarily disoriented, unsure if he

head home. You

massage the space between his brows.

reached out to

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