Jacob looks out his window, with a glass of whiskey in hand and one woman in his mind. He sighs as he watches the city lights and wonders if he would ever see her again.
He keeps thinking about what he did wrong, why she left him and why she hasn't come back though he had something she needed. "Or is that guy so loaded that he didn't need this?" He looks down at the credit card in his hand.
"Ugh! This is pathetic! I'm pathetic!" He grunts as he sets the card down on the table. "So I'm just supposed to keep looking for you? Or just wait here like a useless i***t for you to come back when I can have any other woman I want?"
He shakes his head and chuckles at his foolishness because all the hope he has of finding her is on a plastic card that doesn't even have her name on it. He sighs and
