Delnard took another swig from the bottle, thinking that he needed something stronger than beer. He slapped a crisp hundred dollar bill on the counter, preparing to leave. He felt foolish because he was being stupid in thinking that he would find Isabelle in some random strip club.
What did he expect? When had he been so easily duped by a fantasy and the incessant tugging of his heart? Didn't he learn anything from his past experience with Sofia?
The club was really starting to give him a headache so began getting up, intending to leave. But, before he could completely turn around and leave, his eye caught sight of the bartender named Bella.
She looked like she was crying as Delnard watched her rub her arm across her eyes. He did not know why but the gesture happened like it was in sl
