Phillip Graves

Las Vegas will always remain his second home. The entertainment capital of the world, noisy and inviting. Exactly what Graves needs. What he likes.

At night there alcohol is everywhere, loud music, a pleasant feeling of excitement is in the air. Phillip liked to spend Friday nights, immersing himself in this atmosphere.

His car stopped near his favorite bar, the sound of the engine gradually died down. Getting out of the car, the man inhaled the fresh night air deeply, catching notes of alcohol and something pleasantly sweet.

Slamming the car door, the man slowly walked towards the entrance of the bar. However, he was suddenly stopped by a girl who crashed into him, apparently in a hurry.

"Excuse me," She apologized quickly, looking up at the man, but Graves seemed to ignore her words, so enchanted was he. Something about the girl caught his attention so much that his heart began to beat faster.