The man was standing in the dark. Tall and straight, he was in a black suit. Only a cigarette between his finger glowed red with while mist. If it weren't for her sharp eyes, Emily would have just overlooked him.
Vincent turned his head when he heard her. From where she stood, Emily could only see his thin lips curving sexily as he slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
He put out the cigarette and took a few steps as his face was exposed to the light. His eyebrows were slightly raised as his sexy jaw moved, "Didn't you say you wanna give me something?"
"....."
Emily paused.
She thought for a long while before she remembered that she had indeed promised him an hour ago.
She went into the bathroom, took the bottle of shampoo she had used, and passed it over. "Here you are."
Vincent took it and rubbed the word "milk" on it.
