Kristofer stared into the horizon. His thoughts were hazy.
With the way his day ended, he needed the liquor.
When Anna and Brett Prestman parted ways, he had fully concluded that Anna's feelings towards the latter was something special.
"Pfft." Kristofer popped open the whiskey bottle and drank from it directly.
Situated on the rooftop of his condo building, the cool night air soothed the revolt of feelings nagging inside of him.
Jealousy? Kristofer shook his head.
"No," he muttered. "Me? Kristofer Almodiel? What was there to be jealous about?"
Laughing, Kristofer had his hand over his face. He can't believe how incredulous that sounded.
Leaning back on the foldable chair he brought with him, Kristofer took another swig from the whiskey bottle.
Anna Mendoza is quite an interesting woman. He can't remember feeling like this before.
