In a dark corner of the night club.
Ann looked down at Finn warily.
He was full of the smell of alcohol and a faint smell of tobacco.
She used to think men who smoked smelled bad.
Back then, she was glad that Chris didn't smoke.
She thought he was the cleanest man in the world.
He didn't drink, smoke or gamble.
He was polite to everyone.
Now she realized that some people's disgust started from their invisible internal organs.
Her throat moved slightly.
She didn't know what Finn was going to do.
It was different from what she felt in her backyard garden tonight.
At that time, although Finn was also angry, it was not like now. It could not be explained by anger, but...let her feel dangerous.
While the smell of tobacco on his body didn't stink at all. Instead, she felt that it wa
