The door opened, and a strapping man in a package with a handsome face walked in without waiting for me. I thought he was going to be brutal by pinning me down or doing something erotic, which he thought would seduce me, but not at all. Even if he did, I was sure I would never submit to him again.
I had hoped he would come, indeed. But not under these circumstances—when I was enjoying a cigarette in my hand.
Immediately, he grabbed the long object from my hand, threw it on the floor, and stomped on it until it was crushed.
"Hey! What are you doing? You're interrupting my fun!" I grumbled, then looked away. John, who had been standing, finally sat down beside me. For a few moments of silence, I was the same. There was nothing to talk about in my head because I didn't want to meet him at all.
