It was half past 7 when Julie finished preparing herself for her date with Mark. And it was a little bit over 8 when she reached his house. He had offered to cook for their 6th date, and she could only rejoice at that.
He opened the door for her, and she could smell nothing but the alcohol stench that came from him.
“Did you even have the time to cook us something?” She taunted.
“Haha, you actually think I planned on seeing my promise through?” He burst off laughing
“Yeah, sure why not?” She retorted, puzzled.
She removed her coat, and sat on the couch of his living room.
“Have you been drinking?” She asked him without preamble.
“Yes,” he replied without any hesitance.
“Can I ask you why? Aren’t you happy about the Belfor affair?” Something was definitely wrong with him, a
