Her tears stopped instantly. The man stood where he was and stared at her for a moment before walking around the table to sit down beside her.
He pulled the bottle away from her hands and placed it gently on the table before reaching over to her shoulder and pulling her into his embrace.
The party in the club carried on, while inside the darkened booth, he held her quietly in his arms. She shivered slightly, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to lightly pat her on her back. It was only after a long time that he finally pulled her from his arms.
He lowered his head and saw that both her eyes and nose were red from tears. Her make-up was completely ruined, and her long lashes were tangled together from the copious number of tears. She was as sad-looking as possible.
He sighed lightly. It sounded like frustration and heartache. With his one hand, he held her face gingerly and used his other to carefully wipe away her tears and snot.
