The afternoon air blew ever so lightly, causing the hair of both men who sat opposite each other to become messy, their hair danced with the air as they took sips from their glasses of whisky. A small table stood in between them. The one with a brown hair sighed every once in a while, making his distress evident and he gazed at the city with a tired eyes, he seemed frustrated.
"So what you're saying is, you haven't seen her for days, or you haven't been able to have a proper conversation with her for days, which one is correct?"
Derek spoke, he combed his hands through his messy hair and stared at his friend who sat opposite him, Derek was gaging his every expression and he could tell there was regret in his friend's eyes.
"She doesn't even want to talk to me. What's bothering me is the fact that she looks so indifferent. It's like am the only one who's suffering."
