"AFTER TELLING me your problem, you must get out of here in an instant, okay? I don't want people to spread rumors about us, my gosh. It will surely hurt my reputation," I told him as I gave him a glass of wine. I also placed the bottle of red wine on the white center table.
He just nodded, obviously spacing out, as he stared at the bottle of red wine that I placed in front of him. The wine that I found in the refrigerator was named Domaine Leroy Richebourg Grand Cru 1949.
I don't know what the heck is that kind of expensive wine doing in the fridge of this unit. Is this the answer to my prayers? Is this because I told myself that I wanted to drink wine because that social gathering earlier sucked the hell out of my energy?
Law of attraction, indeed.
Anyway, the only thing that I know
