The door of the private room slammed shut. As he listened to the sound of hurried footsteps disappear, Charlie stood up. He had only taken a single step before falling back down on the sofa powerlessly.
Then, he put out the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the trash can. Leaning back on the sofa, he rubbed his temples in annoyance. He had never been so annoyed before.
After a while, he couldn't help but take out another cigarette. Just as he was about to light it up, however, a coquettish voice sounded in his ear. "I don't like the smell of cigarettes, and I hate men who smoke."
His hand instantly halted, and he let out a heavy sigh as he tossed the lighter on the table. It looked like he had to learn to quit smoking.
In the interim, Elsie waited for her tears to dry before hail
