Amos was not in a hurry. He poured himself a glass of red wine, sat down, and tasted it carefully.
"Hadn't you always been a professional playboy? You've found true love, yet you failed to notice it."
Harley was already half-drunk. "What true love? I truly love her, yet she only treats me as an escort! She even paid me for sleeping with her!"
Amos smiled unkindly. Harley was complaining as he looked at Amos.
Amos rubbed his nose and said, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."
Harley sighed. "God, why don't you just let me be alone? Women are unreliable, and now even buddies are unreliable too!"
Amos rolled his eyes at him.
All of a sudden, his phone rang, and it was from his sweet daughter.
"Daddy, when are you coming back? Mommy said that she is cooking your favorite chicken!"
Amos re
