Footsteps Darian's shoes echoed on the shiny floor as he made his way back to his apartment, reluctantly leaving behind the long drama he had created to spend more time with Fahira. If only Fahira hadn't sulked and insisted he leave, he would have refused to part with the girl who now occupied all his attention.

Tick. The sound of Darian's apartment key opening the door was heard. He placed his shoes in their designated spot and headed to the fridge. Pouring cold mineral water into a glass, he sipped it slowly. Before he closed the fridge, his eyes were drawn to two bottles of alcoholic drinks that were usually...