Marco pushed me away slightly. Then he got up and walked to another corner of the room where there was a bottle of liquor. It's his liquor. He bought it because he often comes here.
"You know smoking is not good. So why do you do it?" He turned to face me and poured the liquor into a glass.
"If it's not good, then why do you smoke too?" I asked because he also smokes. And he has no right to lecture me.
"I'm a man, Gem," he justified.
"So women can't smoke?" I replied.
"You're so stubborn!" he exclaimed, then he drank the liquor until it was finished.
Time passed and he remained silent. Until he spoke again.
"What did I tell you earlier? Stop meeting other men. Don't you listen to me?" Marco put the glass down and slammed it on the table hard. Then he looked at me with anger in his e
