Paul's anger surged once more as he confronted the girl who had dared to deceive him. His voice lashed out with a venomous accusation, "How dare you?"
The girl, now frightened and regretful, shrank back from his anger. Her attempts to provide solace had backfired, and she had pushed Paul further into the depths of his own torment.
"You won't be able to make me forget about Elena," Paul declared, his words filled with a fierce determination to hold onto his memories, no matter how painful they might be. With that, he snatched the wine bottle from the bar counter and, with an abrupt motion, pushed the girl to the floor.
She fell with a thud, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and humiliation. The bar's patrons looked on in stunned silence, the atmosphere now heavy with tension.
