Chapter 5
"Which bastard dared to make you cry?"
Kate's jaw dropped as soon as the question left his lips.
Where was the customary "Hello?" or "Who are you?" wasn't that how you were supposed to greet someone you've never met?
Heck, Kate wouldn't even be surprised if this man started cursing at her out of the blue since he looked half-drunk already.
'Is this just him slurring out nonsense because he's drunk?' she thought for a moment, but then eliminated the idea. 'I don't think so. He's drunk, but not THAT drunk.'
There was a long uneasy silence between them. The young man didn't seem to care. He simply raised his hand and drank the remaining bourbon in the bottle.
Once he realized there was no more left inside the bottle, he tossed it on the carpet under his shoes and started looking around for more.
He clicked his tongue and muttered, "Tsk, should've bought more."
The man's eyes darted back to Kate, who was still standing at the door warily. His eyes lighted up as he saw the wine bottle Kate was holding in her hand. "Did you come to bring me some? Sweet!"