"That reasoning… do you think it is enough to appease your wife? Luke, I know you are aiming for something and I'm very proud of you for persevering. But this… breaking promises is a bad habit."
Luke stayed quiet, staring at those pair of beautiful eyes that were shining so beautifully, even though the disappointment in them was evident. He unfolded his arm from under his chest, resting his palm on the counter he was leaning on.
"You're not even my wife," he mumbled. "Why are you so angry?"
"Don't you understand?" Cosette faced him squarely, hand on the counter. "What I'm saying is that is not how you treat women in general. If I, your friend for many years, get hurt when you don't keep your word, what do you think your future wife will feel?"
"Nothing."
"What?"
