Ruslan Tushentsov

On Saturday night, the best decision was to go to a club. A crowd of girls were dancing on the dance floor while you sat at a table, finishing your cocktail. When the straw finally hit the bottom and made that characteristic sound, you stood up and approached the bartender to ask for another. While you were waiting, you happened to overhear a couple arguing; the guy was holding the girl's hand while she yelled at him and tried to leave. To be honest, she was behaving terribly; you even managed to roll your eyes listening to what she was saying. The guy next to her seemed upset, trying to calm her down and gently stroking her hand, but she eventually stormed off in a huff. You took your cocktail and stepped closer to him, glancing at the girl who had just left.

— I wouldn't have left...

you say in a slightly husky voice, glancing at him. Ruslan only gave a faint, weary smirk and turned his head away, clearly not in the mood for a conversation.