Chapter 35:

Of all the places, Why does Jeremy Hart seem to come wherever Emma Roberts is?

And again, why did it have to be a bar?

"Another cup!" Emma dropped the plastic tiny cup on the table, before brewing out a cough, her eyes almost rolling out her face. She doubted she could see anything, it was blurry, the figure. The fogs. Damn.

"Enough, Princess, you are going to get drunk." Nicholas, her friend says, still twirling with the bottle of alcohol, he pours the liquid into his own cup, before holding the small cup lifting it towards his lips, "You don't have any alcohol tolerance." He laughs, before moving the cup to his lips, taking a gentle sip.

"Oh. Yeah?" She rolls her head, belching slowly, she could see the light that twinkled under her friend's face, "You promised I could drink." She brought out her tongue, flapping it playfully, "You are not my daddy."

He laughs again, and there is something she loves about his man. His sweet composure, his balance, his sweet yet gentle heart, if ever