Without saying a word, Yves briskly bought a single bottled drink from the machine and took a quick, nervous sip, his hands trembling slightly.
Seeing this, Vincent casually pulled a small bottle from inside his leather jacket. Then he grabbed Yves' wrist with a vice-like grip and poured the contents into the drink.
His eyes glinted with malice as he hissed, "You are a wise person."
With a swift, brutal motion, Vincent dragged the entire machine down, sending it crashing to the ground.
The deafening noise made Yves flinch and shut his eyes tightly, his heart pounding in his chest.
Yves stood there, visibly shaking as he gripped the drink tighter, the fear and anxiety reflecting in his glistening brown eyes.
He was too overwhelmed by the surge of complicated emotions to respond, his mind reeling from the tension and dread that had completely enveloped him.
