At Harmon Industries
In a dimly lit office room, Leon was sitting on the single-seater couch that was facing the city through a glass wall. His left hand held the rims of a rock glass which had nearly an ounce of whiskey in it.
A burning cigarette was present between the fingers of his right hand, his eyes were closed, legs were crossed seemingly in deep thought as he slowly breathed out the smoke from his mouth.
There was the sound of knocks on the door but Leon didn't move a bit. A tall handsome man entered the room and his eyes searched for Leon before proceeding towards him.
He sat on the arm of the couch that was a little away from Leon and deeply sighed.
Leon guessed the reason behind the sigh without opening his eyes to see who the man was, "Second miss to get Shea Morris?" He tapped the cigarette ash in the ashtray and took a long drag of the smoke.
Yes, the young man is the same handsome stranger who danced with Shea in the club.
