Rodrigo didn't drink much. He just took a few sips of his drink and stopped. He kept on thinking about his Hillary.
How he missed her, how he missed her smiles, her scent, her beautiful face. He wished the clock would turn back just so he could spend more time with Hillary.
Every night, he would think about her all the time. He was living with the guilt of betraying her every day. Even though it's been two months since they split, the feeling doesn't change.
He grows to miss her more and more every day. “Dude, let's leave now.” Rodrigo said while rising from his chair.
Fabio paid the bill and walked out of the bar. It was late. They both got in the car and began driving.
“I talked to the other guys. They said they'll only work with you, so they won't meet up with Louis.” Fabio br
