*Shattering of Glass*
Crash!
Ashton: "..."
Timothy: "..."
Oliver: "..."
"Sorry, the glass slipped my hand." Dominique nonchalantly said, standing up to excuse himself. He headed to the comfort room without looking back.
Meanwhile, the three men finally sensed the chilly aura emanating from Dominique.
"Slip his hand? What a lame excuse?! The wine glass broke in his grip!" Ashton blurted out exasperatedly.
"Uhm. I think Mr. Smith got pissed off by our loud chatter," Oliver smiled sheepishly.
"Blame Tim! He is so arrogant!" Ashton retorted, glaring at Timothy. How dare he mock his handsome face and his little brother?
Timothy just shrugged his shoulders. "Mr. Smith is always like that. Moody. He doesn't know how to play along. He is so cold and strict. I wonder how he can tolerate a loud and noisy friend like you."
"Shut up, Tim!" Ashton pursed his lips, looking daggers at Timothy.
