He stood up from the couch in an instant.
"Damn Zain. Are you a vampire or something? Why this room is so fucking dark??"
Francesco shouted as he stumbled on the rug placed on the floor.
The room was extemely dark with no light at all giving an eery vibe.
Francesco opened the door, stepped in hurriedly and his foot caught on (the edge of) the rug.
Hearing that known voice, Zain leisurely walked inside and took a sip of his scotch "Fratello, You finally know how to show up your face?" Zain smirked in sarcasm.
Francesco's face twitched.
He shrugged on his remark and switched on the lights.
A beautiful modern designed room in white and black tone welcomed him in full glory with expensive antiques, modern arts, and furniture.
Francesco walked towards the mini bar, took a glass, and pour himself the most expensive scotch from Zain's collection.
"Mamma Mia!" he exclaimed taking a sip of fine expensive scotch.
