Delnard waited patiently inside the fancy restaurant somewhere in New York. He smiled as a couple of women from another table were giggling and looking his way. Over the years, he had gotten used to admiring glances and flirtatious signals that women of all ages have been throwing at him.
He really did not care for any of it right now. He was still hurting from the incident a couple of days ago when he found out that the girl he was in love with and his best friend were actually together and madly in love, long before he asked the girl out.
Delnard smiled bitterly and took a sip of his whiskey. He was still in a bit of pain and frustration but he did not hate both of them. In fact, as he got used to the idea, he was genuinely happy for the two people in the world that he considered frien
