The sound of the door opening caught the attention of the person lying face down playing a game. She turned to look at the expressionless man before turning back to continue playing her game.
"Could you please take me home? Or if you're busy, maybe you could ask someone else to take me," she said without looking at him.
The young mobster didn't respond. He took a cigarette from his pocket and walked past her small figure to stand on the balcony. Farin glanced up at his strong back and sighed softly before deciding to turn off her smartphone and get off the bed to walk towards him.
"Why?" he asked in a flat voice, exhaling gray smoke as he gazed at the rain that showed no sign of stopping.
"I forgot I need to send a file to a friend, so I thought I'd go back and send it."
"That friend
