Daniel sat on the couch, smoking again. The sight of Natalie irritated him to no end.
Swirling smoke obscured his face, leaving only his furrowed brow and annoyed eyes visible.
"To the bar!" he muttered. Whenever Daniel was in a bad mood, he went to the bar.
The moment he stepped inside, the loud music and boisterous chatter washed over him. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and hormones as men and women danced, releasing their passions and stress.
A server quickly approached. "Sir, what can I get for you?"
Without looking up, Daniel said coldly, "A bottle of your strongest liquor."
The server nodded and promptly returned with the bottle.
Daniel grabbed it and took a long swig directly from it. The burning liquid slid down his throat but did nothing to calm his troubled mind
