This is another story entirely: One filled with obsession vs Desire

In a room of its own world, filled with clinking of glasses and clicking against the marble floor, Tyler’s laughter was swallowed by the pulsing music and noise.

“ Man, she's still going to be hanging around, isn't she?” Conrad asked, smiling as he shook his head.

“ Of course,” Tyler said, leaning back like he owned the room. “ She will always be.”

“ Your confidence.. man.”

He shrugged. “ It doesn't matter what I do, she's there. Waiting. Like always. I don't even have to ask.”

Conrad laughed, amused. “ Lucky bastard. That's an insane amount of...