"You could've brought your car here than carrying her to your car..."
Mark's advice fell on deaf years as Jeremy walked out of the pub carrying Jerlina. Her purse was hanging from his shoulder.
"Him carrying a woman's purse is something I thought I'd never see..."
Mark went to his office and closed the door. He opened the drawer of his table with the key he kept safely in the locker. Inside was an old sepia-toned picture of a girl. Pouring a glass of vodka, he rested on the backrest placing the picture on his chest.
"I miss you..."
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Jeremy placed her on the passenger seat of his car and she was still sleeping. He placed her purse safely and buckled the seatbelt.
"Why did you drink this much if you can't handle it?" he spoke gently and fixed her hair falling on her face.
