“Mr. Davis, how about coming over to my place tonight? I've recently learned some new poses that I'd like to try with you.”
It took me a while to ease my choking sensation.
I fought back the nausea that welled up in my stomach and stood up. As I was about to head out the door, I was stopped by Jonathan.
“Wait. This cufflink is my compensation for you, and it'll be enough for you to live on for the rest of your life if you sell it.”
I looked at him silently, trying to find a bit of familiarity in him.
Unfortunately, there was none at all.
As I was about to extend my hand to take the cufflink that symbolized my humiliation, I heard him chuckle in a low voice.
“You look a lot like my girlfriend, and you're even both allergic to alcohol, but she's not as greedy for money as you are. If it were her, she would never have taken it.”
Girlfriend? How ironic it was.
I retracted my hand with embarrassment as I had an elaborate cufflink in my hand.
I had never seen the logo on it before, and it looked extraordinarily luxurious and totally inaccessible to a person at the bottom of the heap like me.
It was also the first time I realized that one cufflink was enough for me to work my whole life to get.
I turned to leave. I hadn't gotten far when I heard someone ask, “Mr. Davis, to be honest, that girl even sold the old house her mother left behind because of you. Are you really not impressed at all?”
Jonathan didn't say anything, the smoke at his fingertips flickering on and off as he frowned tightly, looking obviously annoyed.
After a while, he slowly exhaled a mouthful of white smoke and smiled carelessly, “It's just a game. Why do you take it seriously? The woman who will make me fall in love hasn't appeared yet in this world.”
Perhaps I had an aggravated allergy, and I was breathing even more rapidly, as if I was going to die from suffocation the next second.
“That was right. It's not your style to return to the fold. Mr. Davis, isn't that girl a particularly flirtatious one to keep you interested for so long? How about letting us try when you've broken up with her?”
Before he could finish speaking, Jonathan kicked him to the ground, picked up the beer bottle on the table and smashed it on his head, the spattered glass shards scratching the corners of his eyes.
But Jonathan seemed oblivious, his eyes indifferent as if he were looking at a dead thing.