The quieter it is, the lonelier it gets.
Not sure who came up with that 'absolute truth', but for Eva Miller, it doesn't make any sense.
Even though the noise around her was deafening, she still felt incredibly lonely inside.
She raised her head and poured the liquid from her glass into her mouth.
This time, she didn't intend to drink herself into oblivion; just enough would do.
After finishing her drink, she put down the glass, paid the bill, and got up, ready to leave.
Unexpectedly, as she turned around, a surprising figure appeared in her view. Instinctively, she turned back and sat down, pressing the brim of her cap lower.
Damn it, what is he doing here?
Luke Land stood with his hands in his pockets, his tall body lazily leaning against the bar opposite Eva Miller, his gaze intensely focused on the small figure turned away from him.
Little Chili, we meet again.
